Lenore

Lenore, the wind whispers your name

Lenore, its echoing in my head

Lenore, I miss you my Lenore

How distinctly I remember, that cold day in December,

when each fires’ dying ember, cast its long shadow on the floor…

As I sat nearly napping, I thought I heard a tapping

is that someone gently rapping, at my chamber door?

Thinking to put it past me, my mind expanded vastly,

I recovered my sanity lastly, over the loss of my dearest Lenore…

A movement in the sky, seen from the corner of my eye

One black plume is a token, of words left unspoken

She’s gone forevermore, my angel, Lenore

The floodgates of memory open, recalling how my heart was broken,

surrounded by many a token, the memories crash on my mind’s shore

With each movement of the curtain, my consciousness is less certain,

but of one thing I am certain, I heard whisperings of the name Lenore…

The tempest rages on, on and on towards an unseen destination

From the night’s plutonian shores, reveling in an emancipation

Entering unwelcome, wanton and craven

Silent but for one phrase, harbinger the Raven!

Nevermore, shall I see dear Lenore

I forswore, agonizing on the floor

Days of yore, they’re gone my love forevermore

Dear Lenore, quoth the Raven, nevermore