A poem I wrote that may or may not have been inspired by Edgar Allan Poe...
Death, as it would seem,
Is but a seamless dream.
A still crow in a still meadow,
Awaiting far down below.
Though many would fear,
As their time grows near,
Few live normally,
And address their fate so sincere,
So formally.
I'm an English Literature major looking to share some of my work with the world and gain a bit of experience. I enjoy poetry, fiction, horror, drama, tragedy, essays, and many other genres. I'm hoping.. more..