A tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Be it days of yore or modern lore 
It is not the demon I abhor
Where others see ill, I see a will—
To feel the mystery and thrill
To see beauty in the heaven coloured blue
Yet the gnawing foreboding feels of blue
I may not be wrong who deems
that sentience redeems—
Beyond the shrouded cloud
the one that stands proud
For he is who dreams 
Not in silver lining beams
Not at night or day—
But against odds finding a way
Alone in gait, palms open
Is the golden sand now frozen?
The mystery still binds
The striver fights and grinds—
While within the dream
However fleeting it may seem
Is the demon in my team? 
In my rejoice does it gleam? 
Let there be both dark and light
Heaven and demon both in sight
In insight lies solace 
The eternal nepenthe of Pallas.