Hmm, let me see, macabre, check, horror, check, an immortal title, check, worldwide renown, well, maybe not at that particular moment, but later. And so it brings us to the point where Poe was a poor, miserable, beggar even though he's got all of the above. Alas, the weakness of the human heart, I do declare that it is a fortune--only for us, the miserable soul--that he is poor, his experience in the cruelty of this earth enabled him, I daresay, to astound the later world and distinguished writers with his original creativity, his active love of writing, and his strong heart even though he is a misfortunate soul in the midst of the world of wealth and power whom the goddess of misfortune pursued with an unwearied eye/jinx. Those stories each gives you a different horrific sensation that is worthy of recognition: "The Cask..." lets you experience the insanity and horrible triumph of revenge, "The Black..." brings the old tradition of witch's cats to a new circle, astounding the general audience by its venemous strenghth of mind. So being able to accomplish such a task is quite and achievement. Now, I would like to remind the reader of two Poe facts and one historic fact. It is true that Poe lived in America, when San Francisco was a small town, and gold was about to be discovered, and he died in 1849, the year gold was discovered. Now, his love literature and the need of money combined, well, we'll let the reader think about the hundreds of stories that could've came out if he had lived just three years more. All in all, Poe was a great influence and a great writer.