A sequel to my favorite poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe |
So I have this dark and hardened soul as black as -- misery so don't be disheartened for this illusion that's there to see. Perhaps it is how it is so twisted in its dark abyss alone in its secluded chamber sealed fate in loneliness. Escape to be never surrendered chained confined and dead to never know love or feelings there of yet blessed with life instead. So cold so cruel and heartless to be teased by love abound so much mistrust to be burned by lust knowing love cannot be found. So he exist ad mist this haunting with such ravenous eternal delight knowing their screams are pleasant in dreams with his soul as dark as the night ... So sing thee songs of Annabel down by the lonesome sea that no Seraph can reap his wrath nor steal your love from me. Yes sing thee songs of Annabel on the night these demons came riding serpents on the wind without a glimpse of shame. So sing thee songs o' Annabel as ravens pass the trees calling writers die such violent deaths yet find you here with me. No longer in my solitude no longer in mystery for the one who loved and defined the love in the heart you share with me. So I sing to thee dear Annabel far above the sounding sea that our love was an astounding love now forever we shall be. No longer confined in darkness shielded from the breath of light just me here loving you in your flowing gown of white Now our sprits reside together with love so strong and true as two hearts never to part I exist for only you ! |