Through the Blind Eye

Whisper, whisper, ear to ear creaking boards and hushing winds Bang on the door that once was Poe's With deep dark secrets In the thick black night There is more loss of blood Then there was a loss of mind Through the pounding boards and matching heart That drove him out of lies Or the heavy velvet curtain In the room of death of red Amidst secluded ball of masks Chased to the brink of one last breath Finally, he reaches the pen point The end is in the beholders eye Not often that of anothers Take the bird of prey from sight He may hear it mock forever Yet eye will see it, nevermore For Poe!