OH WOE OF POE

In honor of the life and works of Edgar Allan Poe.

Oh woe of Poe, my tortured soul
Romance’s son, death’s foe

Forevermore doomed to suffer
Enslaved in the castle of lonely

Within these blood soaked walls I anguish
Prisoner of this city in the sea

My love, oh sweet beautiful Helen
Eloped with an angel to heaven

Why oh why can’t love find me?
Doesn’t she hear my weeping?

Oh gossamer winged Israfel
I beg, come play your lute for me

Let your angelic music free me
From lost love’s depressing memories

That are so tormenting me
I can't sleep the sweet sleep

Oh woe of Poe, my bed’s lonely and cold
Israfel, lure me a love to hold