the humid, tangible cries of the dark raven
Draw a dark, solid curtain
Over the melancholy verse, draining Edgar’s longing
Dreary and weak, he holds on like a tight silver and gold thread
Connected to hers and his.
Anabelle Lee asks for the seething, painful sea to clarify,
And her sweet Edgar will reply:
Yes, this love is more than love
Romance is the key,
But the dark raven has an even stronger hold on Edgar’s embrace,
But certainly not his poetry.
And Anabelle Lee shall not drown
Shall not perish(does she feel the same? Please do not leave pining Edgar alone to ponder this to insanity…)
Her gorgeous words shall set him free,
He hopes that his grip will break through those strong dark wings, covered in promises that pretend to be made of heaven
But feel like hell,
To see his Anabelle Lee
Forever once more,
And no more terror,
No more drowning for our love,
Never more.
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