Edgar's Final Poetic Stanza

Once there was an average Joe You may know Named Poe Having a soul stirring heart To start He did his society part Right up until riding in the Poe edict funeral cart Telling tales Artistic, entertaining, informative daily mail Appearing in the newspaper without fail Ghostly guilt-ridden windy gales Published to scare Those blowing hot air Some may state This historical great Enjoyed a night where drinking Clouded his mind no longer clearly thinking Sun scribe was found dead Reason reported spirits played with the writer's head Known for poetic verse Setting plots befitting the hearse Finding words to describe deathly birds You see Ravens love to steal It was their deal Probably to have a meal That seemed real Reflecting on Boston Baltimore life Sharp as a vengeful knife While the 19th Century journalist searched for the truth Someone hit the corrupted roof An enemy or foe Wanting him to go Ending his interpretive show Today haunting is the creative character’s game Academics stoking Edgar’s fine name Respectfully no shame Using a theatrical stage Reading from the author’s page Unleashing gothic images from the disturbed cage Hoping the message is understood Translation needed, grammar not so good Now in the modern era called fake news Pointing fingers at the accused Ponder when in the Sunday column pews Do you really want to be a part of a bloody story? Only to end up on talk shows Geraldo or Maury