Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Demon Child | 1 comment
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea
Originally posted 2011-07-23 12:17:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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