In twilight’s pallid, ashen glow
A specter stirs with ink-stained flow
Edgar, bound to midnight’s gleam
A captive to the wraith of dream

Trembling pen, what muse is this
That weaves a world of dread and bliss?
Through hollow halls where shadows play
And madness guides the mind’s decay

The raven’s cry, the lantern’s gleam
A fractured soul, a haunted theme
Did you find solace in despair
Or lose yourself in haunted air?

O Poe, you walked the veil undone
Where night devours the weeping sun
For genius dwells where madness sighs
Beneath the stars of raven skies