Lost Lenore

One brief candle lights the way
For this gothic lady fair
A long way from the light of day
As she sets foot upon the stair

She just thought she heard a voice
Answering the chirp of a cell phone
Now she simply hasn't any choice
But to descend chilled to the bone

She can feel her reason slip
In a pool of ectoplasm
And she can't seem to get a grip
But succumbs to an orgasm

Poe finds her at the break of dawn
Exhausted on the floor
Sated by some specter's spawn
But murmuring "Forevermore...."