Deep in the obis of a poet, There's a playlist, Called "Dead Poets" It's where the songs of their lives Live. Filled with death, despair, Haunted memories. Where no one dares to tread.
Once that poet has gone, On their own terms, They search through the poet's Obis, they find a letter in the notes. It reads "Love, I must leave you here alone. I am sorry that I have forsaken you. In the depths of the Obis you will find The playlist I lived by. Under the name of Dead Poets. There you will find, The reason I had to leave you behind - Your Dead Poet" They searched the obis, They found the playlist In the first words of the songs read "You Could Have Foreseen This"