Edgar’s secret message
To his Anabelle Lee
I am Edgar, the poetic dreamer
I know you are sinking beyond the catacombs of our weighty sea,
Anabelle Lee,
I know you are sinking not knowing
The silence
And how it’s drowning me
It sounds like a painful ballad, and I so dearly want to save you
Save myself,
Save us,
Just know I, your ever loyal author,
Looks upon the moon hoping you are looking at it secretly too,
It was not you,
Your golden verse kept me alive,
But I have a raven keeping me from you
A dark raven
It’s large black wings covering our gold and silver verse
And I can still smell that lemon kiss
It’s my secret wish.
And darling
No …a heartbreak
Is not a better muse,
Edgar loves Anabelle Lee wholly,
Not half broken,
A poet can only dream.(as a ghost you so rightly called me, as I feel like one)
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Oh Gosh, I love Poe. Thank you so much! Hearts from me🙂 many many of them
Love this and the allusion to Poe. This is what good writing does--it carries on a conversation, finding similarities in themes through time.