Poe's Lenore

Why must death now intercede? I die a little each day? He longs to hear me cry and plead As he takes Lenore away I offered my soul of my free will To spare my lovely Lenore But he will not make my heartbeat still He hears my voice no more He taunts me as I watch her breathe Counting every breath He makes her suffer while I grieve She holds the hand of death She steals my heart as I watch her eyes Begging for peace to be found Without a word she finally dies Death doesn't make a sound I cursed the day death stole my heart The day he took Lenore The day that the light was torn apart I can't see it anymore