Maybe E.A. Poe is my idol—Or rather a favorite Because I get my inspiration from him.
Oh well, Annabel Lee, My aunt is no Annabel Lee.
We neither have to experience The Fall of the House of Usher,
Nor wander in the shadows of The Raven's lore.
There’s no Tell-Tale Heart beneath my floor
Nor do we tremble at The Masque of the Red Death's door.
We shan't endure The Pit and the Pendulum's sway,
Or face The Black Cat's ominous gaze.
The horrors of The Cask of Amontillado are far from view
As are the riddles of The Murders in the Rue Morgue, too.
"Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."