The Toaster

The Toaster
Have you ever seen the old gentleman?
In the dead of moons night cemetery.
His face white and pale like a skeleton.
The wind blew and flew involuntary.

Covered in a black robe from head to toe.
A black raven lands upon his shoulder.
Cawing a greeting of pain and sorrow.
He cawed a greeting back to his scolder.

Taking out a goblet he toasted it.
Lifting a bottle of Martell cognac.
He toasted it to a fellow poet.
Who for his life cherished the color black.

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This is a poem about the Poe Toaster, a man who nearly for a hundred years visited edgar allan poes grave on his birthday. dressed in black head to toe with just a white scarf around his face he would place three roses on the stone, a note or poem and then pur himself a glass of cognac and toast poe and then leave the bottle at his grave.