Edgar’s lament

To know Edgar’s poetic muse

His words hit deep(it seemed they did, she often told him so)

But

Drives a soft crease, indented in time

It relaxes and wanes

Like a melted candle

And he feels that his heart is wrapped in twine, wrapped in wax paper.

He thought Anabelle Lee

Set her pining heart on his

Once upon a time,

Twice upon his bleeding ears,

Her candied words did phrase

Such a belief in the tone,

He believed they had their hearts resting

In the same hallowed home.

As a poet, a dreamer, a romantic,

This dark penman can appreciate Anabelle Lee and the driving force of the mysterious grace of Z,

And he hopes that she will be fruitful and have the sun and moon one day with him,

Happily.

Still, as a muse,

To have her is forever still,

And In their connection of deep friendship is still the sun,

And Edgar wishes the dark raven would

Step aside, pushing the pained wings away from our green and milky gaze,

So there would be laughter again between them, maybe even fun.

This is still Edgar’s lament,(as his heart still trickles for her)

Always and forever,

My Anabelle Lee.