I Have To Say Good-Bye - Part 3

My Imagination Wanders : To Be beside “YOU my Dearest Most Only Beloved Lenore” Yet: I crawl through the crevices of the Graves, to Deep Craters, of my Living Hell My Dearest “Nubbies“ , I was the Cribbage Champion ,the Day YOU Entered Glory It’s so Black now, I can see the Scarlet Embers Leading me to the Lake of Flaming Blood Red Tears All my Dreams of Heaven’s Glory, of Our "Eons FOREVER"; Will never touch my Eyes : I’ve come, to an eerie meadow , where Black Flowers Bloom Shadows of FORGETTING My Dearest Most Only Beloved Lenore, Your Scent in my nostrils; Voice in my Ears: You keep me Warm, in the freezing, Flames of Hell; Your soft, Auburn hair in my hands To be Cont. Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire Dedicated to my Fellow POETESS’ and POETS at POETRYSOUP Thank-YOU : TPS