The Poet called Poe

A poem inspired by the life and work of Edgar Allan Poe.

Blight is upon this day, and misery
Is my companion and all whom dwell within.
To the victor left the spoils of war;
Yet victors' valor left spoiled in sin.
And cinders, not long warm, and far
From shadow casting grace.
Ill gotten, and doomed to alight
The horrors before thy face.
I have seen my future, and all
Before my time to come to this day.
The sands they beckon, burials
Grin, before I am to find my way.
And grief, the seasons, in peril
I tread on to distant lands.
As cold becomes colder, like the
Embrace of one-thousand ghostly hands.
Both rags and riches bereft of me,
The hour glass and the crow.
I have seen more tragic ends to means
Than you may ever know.

Author's Note

Mind the grammatical errors, I am certain there may be a few. This poem is an inspiration of the works and life of Edgar Allan Poe. This is an original work of my own design, though inspiration has been acknowledged.

Reviews

[Tony Williams]

I like it. It's a nice emulation of Poe, but I think you may find it somewhat smoother if you have the line breaks at the comma. Other than that, I think you should leave it alone. It's good