So maybe Poe was right, my love is by the sea,
lost to the darkening waves, taken away from me.
And with every crashing wave, I feel the bittersweet,
The whispers of the past, where our souls used to meet.
And she was so beautiful but her beauty was mistaken,
For love is something different, when the messenger is a raven.
So in this realm of darkness, my spirit can soar,
With melancholy beside me, I yearn evermore.

In the echoing void, I long to be free,
Yet, the only lover I have left — is my misery.
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