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!” For Premiere Contest, 'Strict Rhyme and Meter Challenge' Sponsored by Son Of Spock Rhyme Scheme: ABCACBBDDEEFFFGGHHIJIJ