Twas very and very long ago. <br />In a place I dare to go. <br />That a dream withered there whom you may not know. <br />By the old man of three. <br />For this dream died with no other thought. <br />To be torn and torn by thee. <br /> <br />The dream was old and so was he. <br />In this place I dare to go. <br />So, we died and we died with more than death. <br />With a tempest crown and child's frown. <br />We lived only to see. <br /> <br />Twas this the reason we long let go? <br />In this place I dare to go. <br />So, struck a thunder bolt, frozen. <br />This dispassionate belief. <br />So, that my love would not await. <br />To keep thee here and always made free. <br />To unmarked doors; faraway. <br />In this place I dare to stay. <br /> <br />The dream, ever so tempered and not sweet. <br />Neither one we envied, so. <br />No one knew this story never told, in this place we rather go. <br />That thunder struck by day. <br />Living and living to be let free. <br /> <br />But, our harmony was harmed by pro-longed death. <br />By those which our younger than all of we. <br />Whom, we saw dumbfounded by the sea. <br />Neither, the castaways found below loved. <br />Nor the fish in the river of screams could sleep. <br />Forever, dissever a dream from a dream. <br />Of the hearts that beats within me. <br /> <br />For I dream this place of mind and body. <br />Of a screaming me. <br />In my darkened eyes you rise to thee. <br />Of a screaming me. <br />And, in all this place, I lie still, thrashing. <br />Of a warm less- warm less- thee and I. <br />In this place we dare to dream. <br />In this tomb we roam free.<br /><br />Shania K. Younce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightmare-of-annabel-lee/
