In the dim corridors of Poe’s haunted mind,
Love whispers its secrets, elusive and cold,
A raven’s shadow where mysteries unwind,
Tales of passion and sorrow softly unfold.
Amidst the echoes of melancholic prose,
Hearts entwined in a dance of ethereal grace,
Through Gothic arches where the moonlight glows,
Love drifts like a specter, lost in time and space.
In the silence of a midnight reverie,
Poe’s quill sketches love’s cryptic embrace,
A phantom yearning in a tapestry,
Woven with dreams that no dawn can erase.
Yet in the depths where shadows softly weep,
Lies a love eternal, undying, profound,
In the echoes of Poe’s soul, secrets keep,
A timeless lament in the darkness found.