In chambers grand, where shadows cast,
A masquerade, in silence, danced.
The Red Death held its court at last,
And through the revelers, it pranced.
Through the quill of Poe, we journey deep,
Into the horror, where nightmares creep.
In every verse, the terrors leap,
As the master of macabre, his watch does keep.
Upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Came a tapping, gently rapping, at my chamber door.
A raven, black as pitch, spoke 'Nevermore,'
Its presence cast a shadow o'er my heart's core.
Through the quill of Poe, we journey deep,
Into the horror, where nightmares creep.
In every verse, the terrors leap,
As the master of macabre, his watch does keep.
In the abyss, where darkness thrives,
The pendulum swings, and time, it bides.
With each pass, it cleaves and strives,
To match the heartbeat that inside hides.
Through the quill of Poe, we journey deep,
Into the horror, where nightmares creep.
In every verse, the terrors leap,
As the master of macabre, his watch does keep.
A heart beneath the floorboards beats,
Its rhythm tells of dark deceits.
In the silence, it repeats,
The guilt that every conscience meets.
Through the quill of Poe, we journey deep,
Into the horror, where nightmares creep.
In every verse, the terrors leap,
As the master of macabre, his watch does keep.
A feline form, with fur so black,
Crossed my path, and now, look back.
In its eyes, a cosmic wrack,
A tale of woe, of love's great lack.
Through the quill of Poe, we journey deep,
Into the horror, where nightmares creep.
In every verse, the terrors leap,
As the master of macabre, his watch does keep.