The darkness looms
Evil blooms
An effervescent aroma
Fills the air
An onomatopoeic sound
Fills one’s ears
Upon delivery
The bouquet of death
‘Tis Edgar Allen Poe
Reciting verse
His shadow growing darker
In crescendo
The tolling bells
Need no rehearse
Their end result
Is inevitable
Marcus McKinley
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