Edger Allen Poe as goes with spirits of the dead,
A time-being off, from the earthly bed.
Neither star nor haven is there to cast light,
The spirits of the dead through evolution fights.
Poe's House Of Ushers comes up as spirit of the dead,
The haunting spell of on earthly visitors finds a tale.
The morbid mind engulfed by desire blind the darkness,
In the prison house of illusion it opens a chaffy phase!
None but the conqueror of the Soul can give a recipe,
Of the truth of the Self, and the supernatural is un-poetic elf!
Bazi alis Subrata Ray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-critical-survey-on-poe-s-supernatural/
