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He mourned the loss of his love, for whose support his soul’s survival had come to desperately rely: Lenore!~ the only one less judgmental of his irrational, often self-destructive, passionate nature; who had committed herself loyally to embracing and nurturing Poe's celebratory poetic genius. Oh!~his tormented heart yearned, hopelessly seeking the peace, rest, comfort, an out-of-control creative furnace kept at taunting distance. Day and night, a throng of demons haunted his pen -- and her love, his only elixir of longevity. When she perished, so in spirit did he. Lenore, who had saved his immortal psyche from the abyss, was gone...and sealed then was his fate. Let it be stated, evil he was not! Insane? No writer of worth approaches the precipice normally; one does not begin such sojourn without the consultation of unseen protagonist-stars and other intangible celestial guides. The coffin he entered, dove deeply into dank crypts far more timid shrank from while yet alive; confronted phantoms of morbid despair and oblivion; sank with them in suffocating, evermore dreadful gloom, to suffer as they on their own abysmal turfs – remiss if not to speculate: like hideous creatures many of us will face upon death -- far less armed...for, unlike he~ not knowing.

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He mourned the loss of his love, for whose support his soul’s survival had come to desperately rely: Lenore!~ the only one less judgmental of his irrational, often self-destructive, passionate nature; who had committed herself loyally to embracing and nurturing Poe's celebratory poetic genius. Oh!~his tormented heart yearned, hopelessly seeking the peace, rest, comfort, an out-of-control creative furnace kept at taunting distance. Day and night, a throng of demons haunted his pen -- and her love, his only elixir of longevity. When she perished, so in spirit did he. Lenore, who had saved his immortal psyche from the abyss, was gone...and sealed then was his fate. Let it be stated, evil he was not! Insane? No writer of worth approaches the precipice normally; one does not begin such sojourn without the consultation of unseen protagonist-stars and other intangible celestial guides. The coffin he entered, dove deeply into dank crypts far more timid shrank from while yet alive; confronted phantoms of morbid despair and oblivion; sank with them in suffocating, evermore dreadful gloom, to suffer as they on their own abysmal turfs – remiss if not to speculate: like hideous creatures many of us will face upon death -- far less armed...for, unlike he~ not knowing.