A Reply To Poe's Demise

Hill now gone, a soul deflated
The wicked winds began to cry
Every fiber of his being
Motionless and now abated
Uttered pleadings quickly fleeing
Such phantom hands upon his cloak
Whose tightened grasp his spirit broke
Her sullen plea did heavy weigh
When earth below then gave away
Retreating hands no help to give 
Alone again if I should live
A sottish vision had he viewed
A ghostly icon he’d conclude  
While far from sober, he was shrewd
Such bothersome and empty void
Gnawed at his will and grew annoyed
Inside it welled and upward rose
Soon due to flare he did suppose
Gaining speed his downward spiral
Emerged a clear and sudden thought
With labored breath and grimaced smile
He blurted out…” I ask why not!”




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