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A dark soul is better than a clear one

A clear soul is so easy to read

A clear soul is so predictable

A dark soul is so complex

A dark soul is so much more attractive



Together in a grave, together in a pit

Dancing in the chilly night, meditating on some mystery

You are my lover Mr. Poe



Hallucinating on an impossible creature, seeing unseen things

Scared of revenants, Petrified by love

You are my dearest ghost Mr. Poe



Your dark soul is of the purest gold this earth can bear

Your words are gems of a long forgotten yet so modern type of writing

Your excellence is such that my jealousy becomes respect and admiration



Where is your grave Mr. Poe, shall I go and take you out of there?

Will I find it empty, just like Morella’s and realize there is another you out there?

Will you wake me up out of my sweet mesmerizing and see my dark hair and scream Ligia?!



Will you be my Berenice and haunt me in my lustful sinful nights?

Will you forget me until I die like the girl in the oval portrait?



How long till you finish disturbing me? How long till I mistaken you for another?

How long till I plant a knife in him and realize it was one of your deeds?

I will not hate you for this

I will just think

It’s my hero Mr.Poe



If I die, promise me you will fetch Dupin, for only he alone can unveil the mystery of my death

Don’t tell me about his obsession for Marie Roget

Just tell me he is over with Mrs. L’Espagnade

Until then I will wait for you Mr. Poe



In the darkest hours of the night, when I think about hateful yet loving of the night you were

I will ask her to be more intense

In the deepest more obscure places, when I think about how yearning and quizzical you were

I will ask them to be more trivial



Sleep well my dearest Poe

You reached your favorite place

But as you see, you have no worries

You can’t wake up, You will not be locked forever

My dearest Poe

You won’t need any thing to get you out

You are not here anymore

You will not be as sick as him

I am here to mourn

Me, Ligiea, Berenice, Elizabeth and the two Morellas

Oh and the blond one too

We will mourn you

You are enjoying the deepest darkest place that vexed you so much when you were alive

I can’t help but wonder how much I will enjoy it too

Please save a place for me Mr. Poe

Oh I don’t mean in hell or Paradise

For I know where I will end up

Just the one spot close to you

I suppose some philosophical conversations 1000 feet underground won’t be too much to ask

If night brings advice

Then where is the sweetest place to receive more than advice?

1000 feet underground of course

Rest well Dear Poe

I will join you soon

We shall exult alone in peace