Edgar Allan Poe, My Favorite Author

There's no bliss in you,
wicked comes a bizarre
a plot mixed with evil...

A cup of dreaded wine
was born dread, a raven
perched over your shoulder,

a skeleton of Annabelle Lee,
The smouldering fire crashes
on your mind, the house of
Usher,

And oh, your beloved infidel
behind the wall, imprisoned
forever more, so grieve your

soul mine to share and give.
Minister to my shared dark
desires with graver urge.

Drink more wine and demand
the dreams most despise,
which creates the hologram

that creates you and me,
and so I heave and heave,
to bring horror as my gift!

In darkness we'll both thrive
like vultures lie in wait, and
then, in print authors shave

my dark masks I share to
my love. With Great skill
Edgar Allan Poe, like a King
Stephen poses his ghouls.

You brood like a snake in
my eternal dreams, a dark
lashes your eyes confine.

Look at me with coaled eyes,
Listen to my shrieks, you
flustered geek, in you are

a fine elegy of a banned
book of yore, and may your
hair shine with the blood of

one imprisoned behind your
wall of abandonment, the
Amontillado of guarded crows

like the burning of the house
of Ushers, where vampires
rejoice to look, and Annabelle
Lee is left alone.

June 13, 2012
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