Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree Once upon a midnight dreary, As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie, I pondered upon my penitent past, And the regrets that will forever last. Time, that wicked thief, has stolen away, Leaving behind fragments of my yesterday. Each grain, a specter, fell with a sigh, A haunting reminder of moments gone by. Regrets, like phantoms, torment my soul, Their presence an anguish I cannot control. Paths untrodden, chances missed, Eternally trapped in a remorseful abyss. The hourglass, a harbinger of mortality, Hath measured my existence with cruel finality. As grains descend, my heart doth weep, Lost in the void of time, where plutonian specters meet. In vain, I grasped at the sands so fleet, But they slipped through my fingers with deceit. A pallid burden I could not divest, Heavy upon my chest, a weight doth rest. O’ time! That cruel, relentless foe, With each passing moment, thy presence dost grow. No respite, no solace, can I find, Like a thief in the night, gone is my time. And now, in the dark recesses of my desolate mind, I find sorrow in the verses I bind. For in these words, I resurrect demons of the past, And find memories mournful, that will forever last. In the style of Poe, I lament the unyielding sands of time, A symbol of life’s ever fleeting, haunting rhyme. Regrets! Regrets, forever thy shall be, In the hourglass of life, a melancholic decree. And as the sands doth slip, and the ravens soar, I hear the whispers of, “Nevermore”. -Edward