Abbie (“Lenore” By Edgar A. Poe Pin-Off)

Ah, Broken In The Stone Bowl! The Soul Fallen Nevermore!
Let The Chimes Ring! - A Tainted Life Sinks In The Red River -
And, Demon, Hast Thou No Mercy? - Smile Now Or Stay Silent!
Watch! “Yon Drear And Rigid Bier” Fell Deception For Thy Love, Abbie!
Follow! Let The Soil Hide To Be Heard – The Melody Spoken Of Through Our Lips!-
An Oath Said In Tongues For Thy Rulers Death That Has Yet To Rot So Pure-
A Hymn For My Lady, Officially Pronounced Dead While So Youthful.


“Thieves"! Thy Wanted Her For Her Riches And Despised Her For Prideful Confidence,
But When She Got Stricken By Weakened Heart, Ye Hoped Her – The In-pending Disease
How Shall Thy Ceremony, Then, Be Spoken? - The Composition In What Tone
Near You- Near Yours, The Sinful Gaze, - Near Yours, The Lairs Tongue Speaks
That Rapid Virus Infesting Purity, And Passed Away So Youthful?


“Peccavimus” Thou Insanity Not Thus! And Let A Melody Be Sung
Descend Up Towards God So Thy Plague The Soul May Fell No Pain!
The Beautiful Abbie Hath “Disappeared Now”, With No Hope, Was Buried Beside,
Fleeing Thee Savage Of The Tormented Child That Was Going To Be Thy Wife-
For Her, The Kindly Disposition, That Is Slowly Being Reverted
The Presents Of Her Dark Brown Curly Locks Of Hair, Seemingly Covers Her Fair Hazel Eyes-
The Grotesque Color Visible, Upon Her Flesh – The Disease In Her Complexion


Hence! This Night My Beating Stable Organ In Which Keeps Me Alive Feels Heavy. For The Mournful Hymn Will Bring Sorrows Weight, Like Lead.
But Waft The Demon Detached From Her Path With Bliss Of The Past Days!
Let The Chimes Ring! - Rest Her Stiff Body, Submit Its Hallow Form,
Hold Tight To The Letter, As If Doth Words And Letters Written Upon It Was Banned By The Natural Soil.
To Fiends Below, From Angels Above, The Wondering Ghosts Walk Impatiently-
From Limbo Unto A Wasteful Landscape Running Endlessly Between Heaven And Hell-
From Mournful And Emptiness Of The Stone Coffin Beside The Guardian Of The Realm Between Heaven And Hell.”