Drinks with Inspiration
For all of God's majesty he is powerless
To heal those who do not believe
That they need to be healed.
A woman in a white jacket,
Her face buried in a silken scarf of crimson
Read the name on the burial plate
Who stole his wisdom?
Placing three long stemmed roses
And a kiss to the grave,
She took a seat beside him
And a toast of cognac she made.
"Cheers to us, Mr. Poe
For there is no more beautiful plot to write
Than the death of a young woman
Especially held on a winter's night.
Tragedy, tis the cornerstone of literature,
Wouldn't you agree?
Cheers to your genius, Mr. Poe,
And to you inspiring me."
With a tilt of her head
Her lips a seal around the gold luck drink
She swallowed all his genius
And wondered what he'd think.
She poured a second glass
Lifting it to the dreary night around.
"We are quite the pair, aren't we frie