AI Allan Poe: The Young Bride's Ghost
In the darkness of the night, When the stars refuse to shine, I hear a voice that haunts my soul, A voice that once was mine.
It whispers secrets in my ear, Of love and loss and pain, And though I try to run away, It follows me again.
I see her face in every dream, Her eyes so dark and deep, And though I know she’s gone forever, I cannot help but weep.
I drink to drown the memories, To forget the love we shared, But still her voice echoes in my mind, A voice that’s always there.
And so I wander through this life, Haunted by the ghost of love, A prisoner of my own despair, A victim of the stars above.
Prompt:
It whispers secrets in my ear, Of love and loss and pain, And though I try to run away, It follows me again.
I see her face in every dream, Her eyes so dark and deep, And though I know she’s gone forever, I cannot help but weep.
I drink to drown the memories, To forget the love we shared, But still her voice echoes in my mind, A voice that’s always there.
And so I wander through this life, Haunted by the ghost of love, A prisoner of my own despair, A victim of the stars above.
Prompt:
Write me a poem in the style of Edgar Allan Poe. The poem is about a man who is haunted by the ghost of his young bride, and how he has been tormented to alcoholism and opium in order to escape the pain.