My Lost Lenore

She clings to darkness and the cold earth

Satisfied with monuments of stone and last words etched 
At the base of a cement angel three feet high

I feel her heart beat in the moist ground of the Spring
Beckoning me tenderly in ghastly pantomime

Never to see her again 
Or make love in the night's satin cloaked sensual fire

Only in dreams do I hear her whisper soft and warm

Echoing as if from a tomb

"Walk with me in the midnight dew hand in hand my love."

She calls in spectral seduction

This I do in the mist 
Within the rolling fog of faded yesterdays as I sleep

There is nothing rational to hold 
As her vision escapes with sunlight's glare

Before an ethereal kiss can be planted on frigid black lips

Awaking alone in bed I lament

Sweat covering my skin

This is our legacy my dear

One last dance

She finds a way to reach me even after her soul's perdition 

Bleeds into the rotting earth

I can feel her beckoning me by dawn 

Falling into her pallid arms festering in the grave

She screams

"Save me."

And is gone as I awake

Crying in terror as daylight fills the room

Too late for love's salvation lying six feet underground

Too soon for a reconciliation never to be

I breath deep in despair

Overcome by gloom and memories that still call 
Monstrosities in the black

My lost Lenore is all I hear at 3 am 

Waiting for one more rendezvous

We cannot have

Overcome with a desire one is prohibited to feed or fulfill

Haunted in visions and illusion

Beckoning from the graveyard

Forevermore tormented

By the passionate embrace of a ghoul

My lost Lenore

Awaits.