Well let's see poetry, what can I say about it. Truly nothing can describe poetry but poetry so I'll give you an idea of my skills.

Journey Sought Blind

I look but I could not see,
the horrible pain that had befallen me.
When I started this journey of pain,
all of the path had seemingly been lain.

Even through the darkness of night,
shall a light make my eyes become bright.
It seems thy eyes shall never wake,
but maybe they shall not for me but your sake.

I started this journey of suffering and pain,
so that I may show that I am strong and not strained.
Through the sheer fright,
shall I arise with none in sight.

My journey of darkness is soon to end,
for now I shall show you that I have mend.

For I was blind and now I can see,
you sitting right beside me

I wrote this many years ago, wilst it isn't Edgar Allen Poe material is quite the piece.