Twisted (part 1)

In the depths of his mind, Where darkness and rhyme entwine, Edgar Allan Poe sat to write, A tale of horror, a gruesome sight. A boy of ten with a twisted mind, A brother who left his sister behind, In the dead of night, he took a knife, And ended her young precious life. The blood ran red, the screams were loud, But the boy felt no remorse, no doubt, For in his mind, it was all just a game, A twisted way to earn his fame.