Wandering

A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.

In shadows cast by flickering flame,
A darkness deep, a mournful game,
I wander lost, my heart ablaze,
In search of solace, in this endless maze.

The silence echoes with a chilling tone,
A symphony of fear, I am alone,
The creeping madness of my mind,
A haunting melody that's unkind.

The wind howls through the twisted trees,
Their branches writhe, as if diseased,
A whisper of dread, a ghostly voice,
A reminder of my mortal choice.

I stumble on, through mist and fog,
Haunted by the echoes of a distant dog,
The ghostly bark that pierces through,
A harbinger of what I must do.

For in this land of shadow and woe,
A mystery unfolds, a tale to know,
Of lost loves and shattered dreams,
Of broken souls and silent screams.

So let me wander, through the night,
In search of answers, in this endless plight,
For I am but a wanderer, in this darkened land,
Lost in the shadows, forever to stand.