In Poe's dark forbidding night
When there can be no sight
Of the dangers lurking near
Of which there is much to fear.
But in the inner peace of Poe
With the scratch of pen, his words flow
Capturing his tortured thoughts in kind
A parable, to escape the world that binds,
To set him free to dream
Of that which is not as seem.
I recited this poem to my boyfriend, he looked as if he was gunna cry. I asked what's wrong. He said I'm in love with a dork lol. I smacked him and he said he's glad he is inlove with such a beautiful dork. I love him so much [3
I don't know the background of the poem yet definitely poe would have been in a great agony when he wrote this poem.
This is such a great work of Poe as noone can escape its charm.
Great poem with a lavish style of writing.