There is no song so dear to me-
Till lifes last tale is told-
and over her tomb, the silver moon
Turns all her beams, to gold!

Was there a valley of singing trees?
And a kingdom by the sea?
And was there a girl who ran along
By the name of “Annabel Lee”?
Do you think that the Angels cried
When Annabel Lee was gone?

And the moon never beamed
But the Poet dreamed
Of his beautiful Annabel Lee-
And his thoughts went back
To the haunted tomb
Down by the lonely sea……
“TO HER TOMB….BY THE SOUNDING SEA!

My youth is gone, for many a year,
But the moon and the stars still gleam!
And I can never read Annabel Lee
Without going back, in a dream.

An the little valley they left one day
Is the same as it used to be-
And Poe said he was happy there……
IN THAT KINGDOM…….BY……THE……SEA!

And the moon never beams,
Without bringing him drams-
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee………
Yes the moon never beams,
Without bringing him dreams
And the stars that were beight as her eyes……
And the springtime valley they left one day….
Still under the moonlight lies.

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For many and many a year ago-
In a kingdom, by the sea……
A lonely poet wrote a song,
And called it “Annabel Lee”…….

They call him “The-Haunted-Poet” now….
“And the stars were as bright as her eyes!”
And the valley they left, on that faroff day….
STILL….UNDER….THE….MOONLIGHT….LIES!

THERE IS NO SING SO DEAR TO ME……..
Till life’s last tale is told!
AND OVER HER TOMB….THE SILVER MOON….
Turns all her beams…….TO GOLD!

Then the little dog looked up at me……
AND HIS EYES WERE SOFT AND DIM!……
“And….did HE remember ANNABEL LEE….????
And SHE remember HIM?”

Was there a valley of “Singing Trees?”
In a kingdom-By-The-Sea?
And was there a girl, who ran along,
BY THE SAME…..OF……..ANNABEL LEE????

And the moon never beamed……
But the POET dreamed….
OF HIS BEAUTIFUL ANNABEL LEE!
And his thoughts went back to the “HAUNTED TOMB”….
Down by the lonely sea!
To her tomb….BY THE SOUNDING SEA!

My YOUTH is gone…. for many a year…..
But the stars and the moonlight gleam….
And I can never read, “ANNABEL LEE”
Without going back….IN A DREAM!

The little valley they left one day
Still under the moonlight gleames….
And POE said He was happy there….
In that LAND….by the sea of dreams!

And the moon never beams…
Without bringing him dreams….
AND THE STARS THAT WERE BRIGHT AS HER EYES!
AND THE SPRINGTIME VALLEY, THEY LEFT ONE DAY,
STILL……UNDER…..THE……MOONLIGHT……..LIES!

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These words bring back the long ago-
And the days of “Annabel Lee”!

Then the little dog looks up at me-
And his eyes are soft and dim-
“And did He remember “Annabel Lee?”
“And did she remember him?”

There is no song so dear to me-
Till lifes last tale is told:
AND OVER HER TOMB, THE SILVER MOON,
TURNS ALL HER BEAMS…TO GOLD!

Was there a valley of singing trees?
And a “KINGDOM BY THE SEA?”
And was there a girl who ran along-
BY THE NAME, OF, ANNABEL LEE?
And the moon never beamed, but the Poet dreamed,
OF HIS BEAUTIFUL ANNABEL LEE!
And his thoughts went back to the haunted tomb-
DOWN…BY….THE…….SOUNDING….SEA!

TO HER TOMB….BY..THE…SOUNDING….SEA!

My youth is gone for many a year-
But the moon, and the stars still gleam!
And I can never read “Annabel Lee”
Without going back….in a dream.

And the little valley they left one day,
In the Poets used to be…..
Was a LAND, where the “Haunted POE” was glad,
IN A KINGDOM BY THE SEA!

And the moon never beams
Without bringing his dreams…..
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee…
Yes…the moon never beams…
Without bringing him dreams-
AND THE STARS THAT WERE BRIGHT AS HER EYES!
And the Springtime Valley They left one day….
STILL….UNDER…THE…..MOONLIGHT…..LIES.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Remembering Poes Annabel Lee.

cold blooded killers, for the most part
truly societies bane
predators at heart,, feeding sick minds
staving off their pain..

the ones that perished within these walls
denied admittance to the next plane
walk the halls, of a full moon
it has become their domain..

they have been spotted on a midnight clear
feeding on the slain
at banquet tables rich with blood
drinking expensive champagne

so tread lightly here,, if at all you must
better to refrain
for inside these hallowed halls they dwell
much to their disdain…

by: paisley

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