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To Poe
He stole my life's love and betrothed to have and claim as his own mate, and now I plot, my dark soul clothed with blackened rage and clouded fate. The flames that burn within me lead toward an every fiery gate. Dark, evil thoughts have cast their seed on embers, my soul burns with hate. My feral eyes now cast their gaze upon this foe, who nears his gate. I skulk amid a trellised maze, anxious to make him lie prostrate. Each footfall now, he nears my lair and swift my blade strikes true its mark. He gasps and stumbles falling, where his life ebbs, in the breathless dark. Too curious to run or hide I stand and watch his life abate. 'Twas then that guilt spoke in my ear, "You have become a demon's mate." A dank, cold cell is where I dwell, wrapped in a prisoner's striped cape. I'm filled with dread, I dream of hell. My life knows there is no escape. The hangman's gallows have been built. Soon, one short walk up steps I'll take, to feel the rope's rough knotted quilt, and drop to death with one quick shake. To Poe
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