Being whipped under the sinking shadow, drawn by the
Edges of the fire bird Phantom
Hearts torn asunder, I long to hear your golden call
Erased by a dozen sounds of piercing feelings that drove into me like distracted daggers
Anabel-Lee, I look for you in the golden tendrils of the bloody woods
Drama lurking, the movie of the devil raven ever pining in a maddening row of sickness and pain, the
Edifice that was ravenously put between us to tear us apart
Demanded that my head no longer needed my body, without you, I couldn't stay in this world to touch a shared longing, yellow shadow----departed.
Author note- because why would an author need their head without their precious Anabel-Lee?
Very well written. Keep up the good work!