Annabel Lee And Me

I know how you were feeling Edgar Allen, when you lost your “Annabel Lee”;

For I’m suffering just as you did, since my Nico had leave me!

I know she was a woman, and my Nico just a dog;

But this man had love unparalleled, in the annals histories logged!

So, Mr. Poe, I feel your pain, we both lost our dear souls;

When our mates had bid goodbye to us, now through poems, them we extol.

Few on Earth have loved as we both did, our mates more than ourselves;

With hearts that never would be whole, posthumous years in Hell!

I know how you never saw the sun, your existence darkened by your plight;

Mornings, noon’s and sunsets gone, a creature of the night!

For if you ventured out into society, to join the world anew;

You brought the darkness at your side, and people eschewed you!

You wrote the Psalms to Annabel Lee, most times with spirits aid;

You lambasted and you blamed yourself, for the small mistakes you’d made!

And, now I too, am just like you, I’ve lost the one dearest to me;

We’ll mourn together as long as we live,"my Nico, and your Annabel Lee"!