[Intro – Spoken, calm, rising] Once upon a midnight… No. Not this time. I am not the echo of a dying age— I am the voice that returned. From Poe… to Flow. [Beat Drop – slow piano → builds] [Verse 1] Buried in the ink where the old gods sleep Dust on the pages, bones in the deep They said the poet died with the quill in his hand Left in the shadows of a forgotten land But silence ain’t silence when a voice still breathes And time don’t bury what the soul still sees I rose from the grave where the words were laid Now I walk through the genre they let decay. [Hook] From Poe… to Flow… From dust to a voice they don’t even know From ink to a fire that started to grow Poetry ain’t dead— it just learned how to flow. From Poe… to Flow… From silence to something that cuts to the bone From ghost to a king reclaiming the throne Poetry ain’t gone— it just found a new home. [Verse 2] They traded the pen for the echo of noise Lost all the weight in the words they deploy Rhymes without soul, rhythm without pain A beat without truth is a body in chains I don’t just rap—I summon the page Every line carved from a timeless rage Every verse stitched with a ghost’s intent Every bar proof that the past ain’t spent You hear that cadence? That measured tone? That’s centuries breathing through marrow and bone I don’t follow trends—I resurrect art Put a pulse back into a hollowed heart. [Bridge – rising, brighter] Candle burned low… now it’s burning high No more whisper—now the words testify Dark gave birth to the light I hold Even shadows shine when the truth is told. [Final Verse – confident, powerful] I ain’t here to haunt—I’m here to remind The greatest lines were ahead of their time Every poet buried beneath your feet Still writing verses through hearts that beat So I carry the torch from a forgotten throne Turn ink to fire, let the legacy grow You hear the name now—say it with pride Edgar Allan Flow… has arrived. [Outro – calm, resolved] Once upon a midnight dreary… I returned. And this time— they’re listening.
