I roam these halls where shadows speak
Through whispers cold, Edgar’s sorrow leaks
A call from graves in silence bound
In his despair, I’m lost, I’m found
I’m lost, I’m found

These halls grow dim with each heavy tread
Where words of the lost echo, left unsaid
A grin stretched close, yet hollow inside
In Poe’s cold mansion, there’s nowhere to hide
Seasons drift by like fleeting ghosts
Laughter fades, I’m haunted most
Branches break in the midnight breeze
As if his spirit’s rattling keys
The locks are heavy, regrets unchained
In the grip of his sorrow, forever stained

So close to the call, a presence near
I wait in the dark, feel his despair so clear
A voice in the silence, a chill in my bones
In shadows and whispers, I’m not alone!

It’s been endless nights, marking walls with dust
Trapped in dreams, in shadowed trust
I wonder if time, like memories dear
Has faded the lock between there and here
If I wished hard enough, could I dissolve?
Let go of the past, let mystery solve
But his voice clings tight, a weight I bear
In a realm of silence, whispers of despair
With every step, it feels so clear
I’m bound to his sorrow, ever near

So if I fade, let it be in these halls
Where forgotten lore forever calls
In the echoing dark, I make my vow
To carry Poe’s lore—for evermore
Thy soul forgotten… Nevermore!