I was watching a few movies and documentaries and even a show about ghost hauntings and speculations about Edgar Allen Poe a while back and concocted this poem because of it.
Whoever will know How many times you've paced the corridors, pantomiming and rewriting your prose.
Your poor spirit unsettled; unable to share your epic "best story"...
How many ways have you killed "who knows"?
Your death is a complete enigma... Ravaged by rabies? Death by consumption? Were you mugged, robbed, beaten? Dehydrated and drunk? Who will ever know? The mysteries stretch, lost in ectoplasmic slime... The world still adores you, Mr. Edgar Allen Poe!
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