My Raven is you

yes, you are the soft queen Raven

As ever, I, Edgar,

Was never held back by your name

A strong hold of a muse

Forever you claim,

Anabelle Lee,

You do not haunt my dreams

Only cradle my verses

And take them to new heights,

You inhaled my ghost and

Exhaled the sun

It was you that helped my poetry

Dream into reality

How is our angel?

How is she underneath the solemn cross

Of pain and split identity,

And longing halo device?

God, I miss you sweet Anabelle Lee,

More than you know,

And you’re right,

Your heart is more than a poetic device

Red, pumping, soft and sweet

It’s beautiful, sad, fiery and deep

I am the haunted author,

I feel it necessary to keep telling stories and penning sad verse,

Because it’s so lonely after all here,

Trying to keep it together

Without his precious Anabelle Lee,

It’s hell

Or something unnameable, worse.