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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/10/2012 8:45:00 AM
Excellent write, Larry. Sad and tragic but touching. Ralph
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Date: 1/9/2012 4:16:00 AM
Sad....touching poem Larry,thank you for sharing it.Every star in the sky are angels. oxox love Anne-Lise
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