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