In the dim light of the moon’s eerie glow,
A soul wanders, seeking solace in the night.
Shadows whisper secrets only he could know,
As he journeys beyond the reach of light.

The raven’s call echoes in the dark,
A haunting reminder of his eternal quest.
Through the veil of death, he leaves his mark,
A tale of sorrow, love, and restless unrest.

His pen, a vessel for the deepest fears,
Unveiling the macabre in every line.
The world he painted with his tears,
A testament to a mind so divine.

Now he sleeps, embraced by the night,
His legacy, a shadow that never fades.
In every whisper of the wind’s quiet flight,
Lives the memory of Poe, in the darkest shades.