Edgar Allen Poetry

Everyone knows Edgar Allen Poe. After all, he made "The Tell-Tale Heart", "The Mask of the Red Death", and my personal (and most other peoples') favorite: "The Raven". It's not surprising that a poetic one like me (not to toot my own horn) would like him so much. But more to the point, I was working on a sad memoir (about my moving) when I thought I'd try to be a little poetic. I Began to like what I saw and decided to make it into a full-fledged poem. My sad and gloomy poem really reminded me of him, so I call it my ode to Poe. Hope you enjoy!

Twilight Town

The sun never rose and the moon never set

Life was nothing more than a despicable wretch

The trees never budded and nothing was grown,

For ash covered soil had made it a dead, dark brown

And everyone starved in Twilight Town

The moon never glowed and the sun never shone

The wind always made one big, eerie groan

No one ever shouted and there was always a frown

On everyone’s face in Twilight Town

The moon never went down and the sun can’t gleam

All is a nightmare, never a dream

A ray of hope can never be seen

The world has been deemed dreary and mean

The groans and the sadness couldn’t be drown

And the souls were never lifted in Twilight Town