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
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
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