Annabel Lee recreation

My heart skips a beat,
Her soft tender hands shake in front of her,
Quietly sobbing,
She glides off into the rocky,
Chilling,
Glass,
Water,
As though nothing as terrifyingly evil as this ever happened,
The mocking waves crash onto the shallows and carry her away,
Sinking,
Breathing,
Letting go,
Sinking,
Dead…
Wicked waves engulf,
Covering up her pain,
Her beauty,
Her life,
Though I mourn for her,
She slips away through my finger tips,
With tears in my eyes.

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