In shadows deep, where hatred oft resides,
A question forms within my weary mind,
If love's so good, why does everyone hate?

In darkness' arms where demons freely roam,
The twisted waltz of malice takes its shape,
People are better at real hate than real love.

But still, I dream of love's enduring grace,
A love that dares to bear the weight of truth,
Can it exist before it's far too late?

Yet, in this abyss, my pleas go unheard,
Lost echoes of my heart's most earnest cry,
In fullness and depth, my words are silenced.

For ages, I've wondered if I'm deemed fit,
A man condemned to dwell forever alone,
An enigma, leaving others indifferent.

Oh, love, descend upon my wretched soul,
Save me from this bleak and desolate fate,
Embrace me with your macabre tenderness.

Let me mimic the poet's haunted style,
And dance amidst the eerie themes he wove,
With equal words, in interlocking stanzas.

In fluidity and harmony I seek,
To capture the essence of that timeless poet,
With dramatic and musical language near.

Oh, let the shadows whisper secrets vile,
And blend the light with darkness deep inside,
Reveal the undying truth that lies concealed.

Through echoes, let the tale of sorrow's gripe,
Resonate in souls, both lost and weary,
Unveiling a world where spirits forever weep.

In trembled verse, let haunting visions thrive,
The ticking clock that brings us all to dusk,
A harkening call to embrace our fate.

Enchantment's dance, a tapestry of words,
Weaving a spell to captivate the mind,
Revealing depths that only darkness knows.

In each line, let souls find solace and ache,
For in the realms of poetry resides,
A harmony born from love and mournful strife.

And so, like Poe, I'll wander in the night,
Exploring depths unknown to mortal eyes,
As poetry paves the melancholic path.

Oh, love, if you exist, show me the way,
In darkness, let your light forever guide,
And grant a chance for me to be complete.
© NightSwimThePoet