Poe's Lenore

Why must death now intercede?

I die a little each day

He longs to hear me cry and plead

As he takes Lenore away

I offered my soul of my free will

To spare my lovely Lenore

But he will not make my heartbeat still

He hears my voice no more

He taunts me as I watch her breathe

Counting every breath

He makes her suffer while I grieve

She holds the hand of death

She steals my heart as I watch her eyes

Begging for peace to be found

Without a word she finally dies

Death doesn't make a sound

I cursed the day death stole my heart

The day he took Lenore

The day that the light was torn apart

I can't see it anymore