In the quiet corners where the ravens weep,
Lies a tale of love, dark and deep.
Whispered through the night’s silent art,
Poe’s eternal muse, a beating heart.

Her eyes, like the moon’s gentle glow,
Illuminate paths where shadows flow.
In the depths of sorrow, her voice sings,
A symphony of melancholy wings.

Bound by whispers of forgotten lore,
Their spirits dance on the shadowed floor.
Eternal in embrace, beyond the night,
In his words, her soul takes flight.

Through the veil of dreams and endless sea,
Their love defies mortality’s decree.
In the echoes of Poe’s haunted rhyme,
They find their solace, beyond all time.