Young MrPoe

by Lucky-Ace

I am a fan of the famous Edgar Allan Poe, so I decided to write a little poetry about him. As a young one of course. Lovely man with a talented brain. This story as no relationship with any of his storiespoems. It's just a one shot at poetry.

Young Mr. Poe.

Young Mr. Poe, sitting still as a statue.

Waiting for his fire to cough back to life.

The window frozen from the outside winter.

Everything.. everyone. Quiet and Dead. Just like those cheap, dusty black and white movies with no sound.

"Snap!"

Edgar, with a quick spin, forced a frown as the last remaining seconds of his flame died off.

"How... pathetic." Young Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, sitting still as death itself.

Admiring the room as darkness begins to take over it.