The Prose Solicits the Person
Fairy Tales and as you wishes have warped my mind
Cause with you I have come to find
Like Icarus to the sun, and Annabel Lee to the sea
There's something about your smile that compels me
Like a moth to the flame
I long to whisper your name
So let the Sirens sing their song
And I will blithely hum along
But as I slip my little black dress on
I wonder could this be a lasting bond
Or like Eleonora in The Valley of the Many-Colored Grass
Am I destined to fall on my ass
Unfortunately, that last sentiment can not matter
Because as everyone knows, it's all about the happily ever after
For the contest
Edgar Allan Poe ref Annabel Lee and Eleonora in The Valley of the Many-Colored Grass
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