Mr. Poe

Oh dear Edgar Poe

Did you truly know?

The thrills you'd invoke

When your insanity spoke

Things like guilty minds and your lost Lenore

And the raven that raven that quoth "Nevermore"

Your heartbreak over your poor wife's death

Was evident until your final breathe

Drowning your sorrow in drink and spirits

After that you were so much different

From distant shores to grave sleeping

All the while gently weeping

Writing down your thoughts of horror

As your insanity drifts away farther

People thought you took drugs

But it was only alcohol you chugged

You were like the mad hatter

Very slowly getting madder