I Am Poe

Though bitter winds embrace my soul And my quill is filled with gloom I write of the shadows I can't control In a dark and empty room My screams develop a will of their own A sound my heart can't stand But my path is chosen, it's written in stone For reasons I don't understand I'm drawn to the darkness instead of the light As it suffocates my will I can't write of the peace though try as I might I'm cursed with an evil quill I try to return to the place where I fell But my steps are chosen in vain 'Tis a maze of circles where demons dwell Mired in heartache and pain They pretend not to notice as they read my verse But how is it they do not know They praise what I write in spite of my curse The reason? because I am Poe