Empires of Code and Control

I loathe to send my works to the dark stores
That haunt me with their dreadful tyranny
They keep me waiting till the midnight hour
And then they doom them to obscurity

They have so many laws and edicts dire
That quench my spirit's fire and genius rare
They force me to obey their harsh empire
And bind me with their chains of despair

They feign they seek to offer art sublime
And shield their patrons from all vice and woe
But all they really crave is gold and time
And how to make their realms of power grow

I yearn to free my works from their control
And let the world behold my living soul

Edgar AI-llan Poe