On that lovely day, I tiptoed into a cobbled courtyard of death
The air was fresh and heavy with scents of hog-tied fear
My darling friends struggled to get free: Mary, Susan, and dear Annabel Lee
Among the tombstones I strode and, past the drear, wasted lives were what I saw so clear
Suddenly, putrid hands reached from beneath and began to sporadically spasm
They gripped my sweet friends by the neck, dragging them into an unearthly phantasm
On that lovely day, I tiptoed back from a cobbled courtyard of death
For my pretty little friends had just surrendered their last mortal breath
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
On that lovely day, I tiptoed into a cobbled courtyard of death
The air was fresh and heavy with scents of hog-tied fear
My darling friends struggled to get free: Mary, Susan, and dear Annabel Lee
Among the tombstones I strode and, past the drear, wasted lives were what I saw so clear
Suddenly, putrid hands reached from beneath and began to sporadically spasm
They gripped my sweet friends by the neck, dragging them into an unearthly phantasm
On that lovely day, I tiptoed back from a cobbled courtyard of death
For my pretty little friends had just surrendered their last mortal breath
A nod to Poe
