Sleepy Hollow

Edward Wraith, a phantom poet hailing from an 18th-century Massachusetts town, is a spectral wordsmith and conjurer of the supernatural. In the quivering candlelight of Victorian parlors, where love was a dance shrouded in lace and whispers, I, Edward Wraith, find my poetic muse. Born with a penchant for the dark, gothic macabre, my verses unravel the intricate tales of love that unfolded in the shadows of that era. Victorian romance, with its elaborate courting rituals and clandestine exchanges, weaves itself into the fabric of my poetry. I draw inspiration from the subtle nuances of courtship, where a gloved hand extended meant more than mere touch—an intimate connection veiled in societal formalities. Yet, beyond the romantic façade, there lies a fascination with the macabre. The Victorian era’s obsession with death, mourning rituals, and the mysterious gave rise to a unique blend of romance and darkness. I delve into this juxtaposition, where love and the macabre intertwine like ivy on a Gothic arch.