I am the angel of music, the phantom. Possessing, drawing you in. Give me your mind, give me your soul, your very last breath. I own you. The spell has been cast, the web spun.
I am the angel of music. Come, come, come to me. There is nothing to fear as long as you submit, succumb to my every desire. Let me cradle you, think for you and tell you what is best for you. Follow me, the angel of music, follow me.
I am a clever one. I have slowly, methodically spun the yarn of wool, woven the fabric that lays across your eyes, drapes your face. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly you relented, gave without realizing.
Patience is the key to my success. The knife to the wood. Piece by piece I whittle and form. You resist at first but I keep at it, sliver by sliver. My strategy is timeless, tried and true.
Come to me angel. I alone will set you free. I will think for you, feel for you, give you what you need. Come, come to me.
I reach you through the airwaves. The music you listen to, the words you read, the news you cling to.
The sad, the scary, these are the notes I use. It is so easy. You don’t even put up a fight. I gather you up en masse and corral you together, one by one. One by one.
The crows come, their call deafening. They peck at your eyes. It’s OK, I will tell you what you need to see, follow me.
It really is your soul I seek. A nibble here, a nibble there until my satisfaction is complete. Come to me, come. I will set you free. Here, tie this rope around your wrists. Latch on to the one next to you for the line is long and you will need to stay in place.
Let me lead you, fall in line, come. Follow me, follow me.
Channeled message from Edgar Allen Poe. Poe was an American writer, poet, editor, and literary critic. He is considered the father of science fiction and he also invented the detective fiction genre. Edgar was a central figure in Romanticism and Gothic fiction. He was born in 1809 in Boston, MA and died under suspicious circumstances in Baltimore, MD in 1849. He was last seen at the Horse You Rode In On Saloon in Fell’s Point, MD. It is reported that the upstairs area of the saloon is haunted by a ghost named Edgar.