Edgar Allan Poe

In the distance, a soul does mourn, The Raven caws, a heart forlorn, Fear grips tight, as life's sun sets, Having never danced, with wild regrets. A life unlived, a dream unchased, A heart that yearns, but feels misplaced, In twilight's grasp, the mind's despair, Echoes of 'what if' fill the air. Lost in the void of wasted days, The Raven's wings, a somber haze, Yet, hope still flickers, dimly gleams, To seize the day, and shatter dreams. Embrace the now, release the dread, For fear of death, the soul's true bane, Carve your path, let passion reign, The Raven's call, no longer pain.