Snow Poe

Poem about Poe

Snow often reminds me of Poe
And Poe reminds me of the garden variety Hoe
In the sense that a Hoe is very dark
Much like the situation painted in The Cask of Amontillado is very stark
But perhaps stark is not the right word
It is more like eerily, drearily, miserably dark
But not to be repetitive
Poe proves himself to be quite titillative
In his works of utter terror and arousing fright
One could almost say that he stirs me to rapid flight
Past my reading chair and down the stairs
To a comforting embrace whereupon I would bury myself in someone�s hair
And so forget the horror that I once saw
Nonetheless it continues to gnaw
Like a hungry jaw never ceasing in its feasting
While I stare down at this book in terrified awe