Midnight is the time of shadows,
when ghosts descend to Earth
to complete unfinished business
to free their souls from limbo.
So it was
on a midnight wet and dreary
that I met Edgar Allan Poe.
"Good evening, Mr. Poe,"
I said
"What brings you to my dream?"
He frowned
and patted me on the head,
"This is no dream,
my dear,
I have come to ask for your assistance
to help me find my lost Lenore
'Only this, and nothing more.'"
He knelt beside me,
took my hand,
then with a deep and mournful sigh,
"Without my beautiful Lenore,
my soul is doomed to wander
upon the Earth forevermore."
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