Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
Though he, that ever kind and true,
A map of every country known,
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush,
Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Wash of cold river.
This was breathtaking. The words and feelings took over me like a whirl of wind. This is amazing.
I do have a few suggestion, though.
-You could be a tad more descriptive. You gave a good amount, but a bit more in future, please??
-The flow was on point. But maybe add a few more lines to give it a bit more rhythm before ending it.
That's it. I loved it. You have a talent for this and I really want to read more by you in the future 
Your friend,
Jade.
I hoped this helped
Hey!
This is so creative! I have never read anything like this before!
I really don't have much to say, just that I loved it.
One last thing- anything with Edgar Allan Poe is worthy of respect from me, so consider it earned!
I can't wait to read more of your art.
-M
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