A mother's love (Ode to Edgar Allan Poe)

During nights where no man dare to go... Lies a path that leads to Woe... A print of limbs in naked snow, From where did once a red river flow. Ever wandering, did she so fastly... Away from places that are so ghastly.. Beyond the reach of boney fingers. Where the evil eye no longer lingers. Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright In a place deprived from light... Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold. Her life is thrown into the fold. Winter gives her final kiss a farewell for now, for 't is Death that softly whispers of love. Heavens cry above and hell shrieks down below Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow. To suffer the eye no longer, no longer, Made her deadly desire that much stronger. Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath.. Suckling from the breast of Mother Death... Her corpse now bows so very brave, towards the symphonies that come forth from her grave.

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