Wednesday, October 7, 2009

For Edgar

Do you dance with Annabelle Lee?
Does she even know you?

Were you so alone that night,
That even the raven spurned you?

Where was Reynolds?
You were wearing his clothes...

Virginia was 13 when you married her,
How old was she when you loved her?

Was she cooped as you?
Did the raven first smile on you then?

Does being bloodmeal for Baltimore please you?
I leave roses for you, but they won't tell me...

Why you never played well with others,
Or permitted yourself a "normal" life.

Sleep, Prince of Maryland...
Sleep, endlessly as the oars strike the Styx.

Evermore, evermore.

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