"Lihim"

Be unbounded by the ways of the world.

Ignorance claims the dogma of men

To qualify as the sheer pith of truth.

My thirst will then be quenched, recompensed

If I drink new seas. Aged by decades through,

Impossible barely built its name, so

I, enough, am bold to say, “I have lived.”

Things I might gain, I am proud to give

Then I would count it as priceless

My own blood could not suffice

Even all humanity’s sacrifice;

Diamonds, gold, even the ultimate prize

The rarest of them all

Of which all pirates despised.

Although this poem may be derived

From Poe’s letter to his valentine,

Hope you’ll find the key to every line

As you can see, this poem is truly mine.