Poe

Pure darkness

in the middle of the light,

Pure night

It's where you are.

Pure imagination

full of morbid memories,

Pure heart

full of bitter pain.

Death surrounded you,

flirted and groped,

always wanted to take you

and who you looked at, death took away.

Pure blackness

that is what I see

in your bitter self

what more I want to know.

Your books call me,

your poetry guides me,

an excellent teacher,

a bitter guide.

Goodbye good friend,

goodbye grand master,

but it will not be long

I will continue with this.