To Edgar Allan Poe.

My mind is blind

My song is weird

And everything I hear 

Is lines of "Nevermore".

Your stories are the symphony

The symphony of beauty and the beast

Your conscious is forever fighting

With poison and a magic feast.

You are devoted to the world

of darkness in a crystal ball

Take me to your silent lyre

To the side of Lucifer.

The poet died, but heart his beating,

The poet died, but darkness leading.

Leading to the world, leading to the side,

The side of Lucifer who's my guide.

Wake up, wake up the poet

You are the dreamer of this song

You'd come undone, but the forgiveness

Is in the lines of "Nevermore".