Amidst the waning winter air
Wax chilling throws of great despair.
Lingering on by dreadful night
Oh how sweet deaths twin delight.

In hollow grave I write alone
Watching ink were lights reflect.
Musing death, wilt I atone
Of unknown time, thy fate elect.

Beauty, my twin doth fancy,
Gleaming dark through tombs of peace.
On islands shore, I flee to dancing
Among peaceful nights, ne’er to cease.

By horizons yawn tis rot by light.
In spangled streets ye cast aside.
Yet Poe doeth come in the night
To strike in pen thy noble lies.

In arch of heavens crimson gate
Where spangled stars exude thy hate.
Whilst peace I dwell on such a night,
Watching (in hollow caves), thee stir a fright.
Oh how sweet deaths twin delight.