In the pages of the book, the raven dwells,
Poe masterfully wove its legendary spells.
Between shadows and rhymes, in a dark sway,
he narrated the torment of a soul without a way.
The raven's flight, its sinister croak,
foretells the arrival of fate's cruel stroke.
In macabre verses, the story unfolds,
in the reader's mind, a shadow beholds.
With each "nevermore," the echo resounds,
in the reader's heart, a sorrow compounds.
Poe, master of terror, with his sharp quill,
created a world of horror, where the raven's still.
Between verses and stanzas, the soul quakes,
in the book of the raven, death makes.
An eternal work, of beauty and dread,
that in the reader's mind, leaves its thread