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!
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
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
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
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