My Annabel Lee

[Dark Muse]

My Annabel Lee

She smiled grim into the night
eyes speaking what no words could say
pale as death rides in moonlight
so she draws me into the grave

Caught seduced by her tainted charm
enshrined upon her ghostly throne
my resistance falls in alarm
so she draws me into the grave

My mistress far beyond the sea
rose at last to have her revenge
please call her my Annabel Lee
so she draws me into the grave

[MorpheusSandman]

Oooh, I always love the combination of dark romanticism; this work is especially lyrical and vivid. Very nice.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much, I have quite the fascination with dark romantisim and it often plays out in my work.

[Delta40]

This reminds me of some 19th century verse. I can feel the dark windy night chilling my veins!

I hope this lends itself to your writing!