At the
midnight hour
When the
moon light’s shower
Sparks the
dreaded cunnings from within the dark illness
Lenore’s
visage is wrested away from the face of oddness
As Prince
Prospero feigns a giddiness
While
the pernicious host lingers to wait upon Fortunato
To torment
him with his fatal amour to the casted Amontillado
Alas! a
ghastly evil eye has entered the room in flaunt
Appearance
of Monsieur Dupin’s and Usher’s time in cursed haunt
And devastation
upon both innocence and evilness
As both
live as one face within the poet’s madness.
Homage to Edgar Allan Poe
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