Poe

A spotlight hits the gloom

Of a cold and empty room

Where I sat five hundred years

Humming an ancient tune

And the voice inside my head

Conscience faded, long since dead

Black and blue ink splatter smeared

Letters still left unread

Fleeting heart beats

Of ones I’ll never meet

Wander on a cobbled street

Where the moon flies higher than

The gods above

Evening hour strikes

A shot of spirit might

Quiet the demons in their rite

‘Til the tale goes back to you

The memory of the girl I loved

And I never had a doubt

Of what the story was about

But I had to decide to let you in

Or let you out

When the clock chimes ten

I’ll be lost again

Still more castles to defend

Where the ocean breeze smells like

A sweet perfume

But if you should applaud

My last epilogue

I’ll be waiting in the fog

Where my body sleeps and dreams only of you

And you’ll never have a doubt

Of what the story is about

Now you have to decide to let me in

Or let me out