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OH WOE OF POE

Oh woe of Poe, my tortured soul
Romance�s son, death�s friend

Forevermore doomed to suffer
Enslaved in the castle of lonely

Since my precious Eliza Clemm
Eloped with Azrael to Heaven

Within these blood soaked walls I anguish
Prisoner of this city in the sea

My love, oh sweet beautiful Helen
Who now ignores my passion

Why oh why can�t love find me?
Doesn�t she hear me softly weep?

Oh gossamer winged Israfel
I beg, come play your lute for me

Let your angelic music free me
From lost love�s depressing memories

That are so tormenting me
So I can sleep the sweet sleep

Oh woe of Poe, my bed�s lonely and cold
Israfel, lure me a love to hold

Written by snugglebuck

Published 24th Feb 2019

Author's Note

Notes;
Azrael, is often considered to be the Christian angel of death.
Sarah Helen Whitman, better known as �Helen, was a poetess who was considered one of the last of Poe�s tragic loves. Though she wrote Valentine�s poems to Edgar she couldn�t deal with his on and off drinking binges. �As a consequence she broke off the relationship. Many historians theorize, the loss of Helen�s love caused him to go such a drinking binge, that he basically committed suicide by the bottle.
Israfel, is the name of an Islamic angel who is known for singing with a beautiful voice in a thousand languages. He was often mentioned in Poe�s works. 'Woe of Poe,' is also inspired in part by �Poe�s Castle of Blood� and his �City by the Sea.� �My entry for the 'Raven competition.'