My Dearest Edgar,

What twisted thoughts corrupt your mind?

What ails your soul, also ails mine

Haunted voices fill your head

Visions of the macabre, dance of the dead

Your heart yearns for love long lost

I, too, have felt its cost

Kindred spirits, I feel your pain

Grief that renders you insane

Desiring what is nevermore

Quoth the raven above your door

An unkindness of ravens echoing the cries

This is the sound of when true love dies