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I and My Annabelle Lee.

Stamped: 4.5.08

My child, my Annabelle Lee,
she solemnly carried me
to my funeral by the sea.

I wrote this ode, you see,
for me alone, not for she
who had stolen my heart so viciously.

But she broke it, so full of glee,
smiling, grinning, mocking me.

And now I lay, broken,
In my sepulcher by the sea,
in my tomb by the sounding sea,
plagued by the thought
of my Annabelle Lee.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    May 28, 2008 at 3:17 PM  

    Obviously, as I stated to you, I really like/love this poem. The fact that you could keep such a strict rhyme scheme is impressive - usually I tire of doing it myself after a few lines. It really works here. Plus, the sea imagery doesn't hurt either. =P

    To steal someone's heart "so viciously" sounds more passionate than, well, vicious - I like it (which at this point is seemingly trite to say, sorry!).

    Oh Annabelle Lee, how could you do such a terrible thing to Nick? Haha.

    I don't want to ruin this poem by posting such a poopy comment, just know me le gusta mucho! top