Авторський вірш до теми "Автобіографія Едгара По"

     THE BONES OF ANNABEL LEE

The  shuttered  bones of sweet Annabel Lee

Lie beneath the writer’s grave under the  tree

In moans of a tremendous  terrible short life

As the poet’s genius for eternity beloved wife.

His thoughts climbed up wuthering heights

Within spirits of horrible mares in the nights

as a lonesome outpost of death and survive,

early in wilderness he lost his beloved wife.

Inbetween  the dawn he lost his point of view

In search of words forever in whole life are true.

No time of luck and laughter in abbreviated life,

tears run down the grave of is so beloved wife.

His mother sparkled like like a brilliant star,

 this flower burned in a curtain stage bizarre.

It was his brandmark in life on literary stage

And he lost his beloved wife so young at age.

His father vanished within smoke in the haze

Left his boy  dangling  in the southern daze

With an awfull  witchy  stepmom  all alone

And the tears running down his wife‘s bone.

His wife was freezing in all hot summer’s air

shaked by moving life to no- and everywhere,

looking for some money genius never brought,

one reason, why  from death she was caught.

The shuttered bones of sweet Annabel Lee

Never ever in lifetime again will anybody see.

The raven picked and put them into the grave,

where they will rest until doomsday real safe.

        Bollig/10.02.2014