Good Evening, Mr. Poe

Midnight is the time of shadows,
when ghosts descend to Earth
to complete unfinished business
to free their souls from limbo.

So it was
on a midnight wet and dreary
that I met Edgar Allan Poe.

"Good evening, Mr. Poe,"
I said
"What brings you to my dream?"

He frowned
and patted me on the head,
"This is no dream,
my dear,
I have come to ask for your assistance
to help me find my lost Lenore
'Only this, and nothing more.'"

He knelt beside me,
took my hand,
then with a deep and mournful sigh,
"Without my beautiful Lenore,
my soul is doomed to wander
upon the Earth forevermore."