Edgar Allen Poe (Tiny story)

75 words Could this have been a journal entry by Edgar Allen Poe?

Dear Diary

Tomorrow I shall write a story, nay, a poem of a man coming to terms with a love that is lost forever. I shall use an omen to drive the point. Something black. Yes. Ravens. One will haunt his door, another his window, a third his study. Night and day unmercifully uttering the same unrelenting message.  Nay - too many birds. To foretell a single point requires but a single raven. Never more.