My Annabel Lee,
my sister.
I can’t believe death called
her name.
How foolish can I be?
I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming.

Oh, death!
Pick me,
pick me.
Oh, please leave my
Annabel Lee alone.
What did she do!
As I slept,
it creeped in through,
the window,
and took my
Annabel Lee.

When dawn rose
I snuck into her room
but she was gone.
I sorrow
and sorrow for she was dead.
My Annabel Lee was dead.