why'd i go and read poe?

last night laying in bed with nothing to do i refused to let my mind fade into the blue,
so what did i do? i reached for a book i well knew....
opening the text more than three quater ways through
i lifted the pale thin marker
to read how by death a man's world is made darker
for his sonnets always begin in a place and time of bliss
but through each line and each alternating rhyme
the writer is drained of all his love and sumcombed to bitter emptiness
the beautiful isle, Zante, where memories were made
for he, was a treasued place
but through the anguished filled nights he prayed
those shores he wished from his mind he could earse,
for what he lost, there is no remedy, no aide
his heart died with the maiden and her grace
so why did i go and read the grief riden tales of Egar Allen Poe,
its a mystery i'll never know....