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In shadowed room, I sit and ponder, A lonely soul with thoughts asunder, No ray of light to break the gloom, A heart consumed by endless doom. In whispered voice, I hear the sound, Of spirits lost and never found, Their mournful wails, a haunting tune, A symphony of endless rue. In darkness deep, I search for light, A glimmer of hope to end the night, But all I find are shades of grey, And sorrow that will never sway. In Edgar Allan Poe's style I write, A tale of sorrow, despair and fright, Where madness reigns and souls are lost, And hope, a dream forever tossed.
In shadowed room, I sit and ponder,
A lonely soul with thoughts asunder,
No ray of light to break the gloom,
A heart consumed by endless doom.
In whispered voice, I hear the sound,
Of spirits lost and never found,
Their mournful wails, a haunting tune,
A symphony of endless rue.
In darkness deep, I search for light,
A glimmer of hope to end the night,
But all I find are shades of grey,
And sorrow that will never sway.
In Edgar Allan Poe's style I write,
A tale of sorrow, despair and fright,
Where madness reigns and souls are lost,
And hope, a dream forever tossed.
