A sad tormented soul, one troubled bard
who struggled mightily with life and love.
Although his drinking made life rather hard
he yearned to quell the demons he wrote of.
With poisoned heart, he set about his task
to pen his poems on parchment’s weathered page.
While tipping up an alcoholic’s flask
he wrote to stem the sorrow and the rage.
But, life flies like a raven, black and sleek
to far-off shores where minstrel’s mystic woes
would offer him the words his heart would seek;
short stories that could curl a stout man’s toes.
One wonders while in death’s dark, wretched throes
the thoughts of one named Edgar Allan Poe.