the
loathsome
howl of whipping
wind in the rafters and
the eaves. the presence of
an evil force blowing poison
leaves.       an unholy     unction
which         makes the     evil come
the poet      picks up his    vile pen
the haunting had begun. he dips
his quill into the ink, the voice
tells what to write. he obeys its
cruel commands into the dead of
night. owls call loudly, witches
scream, banshees whail their    
woes! the tortured writer        
cannot stop! on and on it
            goes! finally in a dawning
hour, the poet slumps to
desk. the evil has lost all  
control, but the writer      
breathes his last. the        
work he finally
      finished? t'was
      such a tale of
woe. and the
modern writer    
of the book
signed it
          Edgar
     Allen
Poe
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