ChatGPT poem in EA Poe style

In dreary dusk, upon the moor's expanse, A lone soul wanders, fraught with desperate trance. The midnight breeze whispers its mournful tune, As specters dance beneath the waning moon. Forlorn and haunted, shadows clutch my mind, Ensnared in webs of anguish unconfined. Within this realm, a melancholic plight, Where echoes linger in eternal night. Amidst the gloom, a specter's hollow cry, Ethereal wails that pierce the leaden sky. A dismal specter clad in shrouds of grey, Its solemn gaze meets mine in disarray. Enigmatic whispers fill the air, Resonating with torment and despair. A somber dirge echoes through every glen, A requiem for souls that know no end. Beneath the pallid moon, I tread with dread, Through morose paths where lost spirits are led. Lamentations of a heart heavy and cold, A desolate soul, forever uncontrolled.

The mist enshrouds the night, obscuring sight, As phantom forms materialize in flight. With each step, my heart pounds in anxious fear, A constant reminder that death draws near. Within this realm, darkness forever reigns, An asylum for the tormented, their pains. Yet in this bleakness, a longing survives, For solace and release from haunted lives. Oh, Poe! Thy tales of woe forever dwell, Within the depths of hearts, where shadows swell. Your words, a specter's grip upon my soul, A legacy of darkness, taking hold. Thus, in this poem, wrought with common art, I pay homage to the master of the dark. Through words and verses, his spirit weaves, An eternal tapestry of boundless grief. May his essence linger, hauntingly profound, In tales and verses, forever renowned. And may we find solace in his macabre, For even in despair, there's beauty far.