Being whipped under the sinking shadow, drawn by the
Edges of the fire bird Phantom
Hearts torn asunder, I long to hear your golden call
Erased by a dozen sounds of piercing feelings that drove into me like distracted daggers
Anabel-Lee, I look for you in the golden tendrils of the bloody woods
Drama lurking, the movie of the devil raven ever pining in a maddening row of sickness and pain, the
Edifice that was ravenously put between us to tear us apart
Demanded that my head no longer needed my body, without you, I couldn't stay in this world to touch a shared longing, yellow shadow----departed.
“Beheaded”
----
Author note- because why would an author need their head without their precious Anabel-Lee?
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That infernal edifice put between always does it. Familiar emotions ever in abundance. Lovely sad poem.
Wow , excellent poetry 👏
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Why indeed?