Poe's Last Will and Testament
To all who write from within their soul
I leave to them my muse
A curse to me I couldn't console
A curse I couldn't refuse
To all of those who write of romance
I leave the spirit of my lovely Lenore
For maybe in death I'll get a chance
To be with her once more
To all of those who write by night
I leave the darkness, my captor of dreams
And all the demons that held me tight
The reason for all of my screams
To all of those who write of pain
I leave my broken heart
A lonely spirit that left its stain
A tore my world apart
And to all of those who write of death
By the light of an empty moon
I'll send the reaper to steal your breath
For you'll be with me soon
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