How Poe Looks Upon This Earth
The ways of this twisted earth,
Of how the roots rap upon thy feet,
The grip, tightening,
The way to heaven's door, alighting,
The ways to my dusty death,
Appearing in front of my life's candle.
When the flame ignited,
And my soul enlightened,
With the wonders of the ways of this earth.
The roots of my demise,
Came quicker than a blink of an eye.
And I was soon better than gone,
And thy tapestry was finished and tied.
Now that I look upon this earth,
I bless it be,
How heaven's sin put me through this misery.
For now my work is worth a fortune,
And I am gone as though I have been waiting for this to be so...
My life was a wonder,
And now I am in thy slumber,
Who is now as fortunate as I?
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