Cannon Lee

The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there, amid the thunder and the lightning that cracks the black of night I curse the rocks below that took his precious life. Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee! my merman of the sea, so beautiful a creature the world has never seen. To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green, those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee. I met him on the shore of Evermore where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn, battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn, dying in the wake of early morn. I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape, and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face as he took me with a kiss to his land beneath the sea, the only place where he could ever live and breathe. Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind, a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind amid the blue and green and all the shades of light that fall between, the difference of awake and in a dream. And in that final hour his heart began to beat as mine, and I knew for evermore that I would never find a love so deep, complete and so divine as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind, my darling Cannon Lee. And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore, and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more. ~~~ Author: Elaine George Inspired by: Edgar Allan Poe