Where My True Love Lives - A Ballade

A fantasy in dedication to E. A. Poe and his Lenore

 

Seared upon my soul for ever more

That break of dawn upon a summer morn

As I made my way along that rocky shore

Strewn with remnants from a ragging storm

When through a rising mist of grey - so forlorn

I saw a badly broken sinking ship

With canvas wings of white so badly torn

There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

And as that mighty fearless ocean roared

With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn

I found a scarlet beauty laid before

That turf that rode above the ocean floor

A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn

Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips

Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn.

There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore

As black clouds in the sky began to form

Into a face I’d never seen before

With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned

So all-consuming was the grief he bore

Then from those clouds his face began to slip

And I cried as I never cried before

There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

Lenore, the love that he would ever morn

That from his pen on page would ever drip

As I read his poetry and love was born

There beneath those majestic purple cliffs.

 

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Written: February 28, 2011

In memory of E. A. Poe and his Lenor