Father of Dark Literature: Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven caws in the eerie night, And chills creep through the air. As the father of dark literature takes flight, To a place with fame and beyond misery, The Raven's cawing takes flight silently. His tales of Gothic horror fill the night As his stories take a final, indelible flight To a place of no light and eternal night Where secrets and mysteries never die His stories of darkness loom in the night From this, he can't escape this notion. The craze and blight of his visions, They fill us with nightmares and fear. We share his dark concept and unique art. Like one of Poe’s stories, The Tell-Tale Heart, The pendulum swings in the gloom, A dreadful chill flows through the air, As Poe’s stories fill the hallways and rooms. The gloaming of his mind of night, Creepy shadows and the dead loom, His haunting words are so profound, His tales of terror and dread, The darkness of his Gothic visions, His macabre words and dread, As he crafts stories filled with dead.