Edgar Allen Hoe

Once upon a midnight dreary,
I was feelin’ kinda weary,
Quoth the mirror, “Boy, you scary—
But damn, you could be fine.”
I’ve written odes to death and sorrow,
Dreamt no joy for each tomorrow,
Then I thought, “Why beg or borrow,
When I could sip this wine?”

Nevermore, I’ll cry in vain,
Nevermore, I’ll wear my pain—
Got lace and lust, not guilt or shame,
Call me Edgar Allan Hoe.
From crypt to club, I make it known,
My heart’s as black as onyx stone,
But tonight, I sin alone—
Yeah, I’m Edgar Allan Hoe.

Lenore said love was fleeting,
But my thirst needs constant feeding,
Now I’m ghostin’, never pleading,
Just vibin’ with the moon.
My quill drips ink and temptation,
Dark rhymes, divine flirtation,
A freak in poetic formation

Desire is my doom.

Hear the ravens on the wire,
Whisper tales of want and fire,
“Poe,” they croak, “you’ve gone entire—
From goth to gigolo.”
I just smirk beneath my cloak,
Light my candle, let it smoke,
In decadence I’m newly woke—
A cursed romantic pro.

Nevermore, I’ll grieve the dead,
I’ll kiss the living lips instead,
My soul’s still dark, but my bed’s well-fed,
Call me Edgar Allan Hoe.
Roses wilt and hearts decay,
But I’m still serving night and day,
In lace and sin, I’ll fade away—
Forever Edgar Allan Hoe.

V.L.M