So I haven't really heard much of Edgar's poetry but you see my heart beats faster with every poetic rhyme I master, I know it could end in disaster with people only judging me, but it's like another world that I now see. I know it's just ink and paper of black and white but if said just right it can make hearts weep, because these words we spin come from feelings so deep, words fuelled by regret and sin or simply the love from deep within. I chose Edgar Allan Poe because he shows his heart through words of sorrow and with that his poetic rhythm does flow. (Truly I chose him for a title so witty, something so clever yet ended up being dim) So you now know that I will continue to sow these words into a rhyme, using nothing but a pen and the fabric of time.