My Darling Annabell Lee
The cheerful glee as my father returns,
embarks my journey down the stony stairs.
My eyes watched enhanced by my father's glow,
and in his hand, sat so grand,
a little dolly for me.
With the name of Annabell Lee.
Oh, through the months we gleefully played,
pranced down the soft grassed meadows.
Dressed up like kings and queens, with balls of course!
Talked to one another for hours upon hours on the secrets we both kept,
but as memories happily pounced, our luck has officially ran out.
On my darling, Annabell lee.
You see where my doll laid nestled in my bed,
a monster's grin suppressed the murderous glee.
That my happy, Annabell lee would have with me.
Quietly she crept of the room, making sure I did not wake.
To the kitchen with haste she climbed up the counters,
and there glistened in her hands.
The start of the glorious game.
The rustling of movement awoke me from my splendid slumber,
A scared sensation raced around like buzzing bee's when I saw-
My Annabell lee,
With a chestier grin plastered to her perfectly plastic face.
And in her hand, to my dismay,
A pristine knife, meant for me.
From my sinister, Annabell Lee.
My screams curdled my throat raw as I lunged away,
the blankets stopping my monster Annabell Lee, for a moment.
As I desperately tried to escape the patter of my happily skipping, Annabell Lee.
My thoughts trailed on where to run, to escape the wrath of my darling doll.
A sickening thought passed through my crushing skull,
that this was the gloomy game right from the start.
I the mouse, and she the cat,
such a tragedy this must be,
to be attacked by my darling, Annabell Lee.
The hourglass last beat of doomed sand laid with the rest,
my time has ran out.
For in my dismay, My sweet Annabell lee, cornered her precious mouse.
Hopelessness sent her cruel hand exploding my already failing heart.
And just like that, the screams curdled as the blade bled crimson.
My soul, perfectly fractured.
Was stolen by my playful, Annabell Lee.
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This is kinda messed up. Attention Getter alright. I like it because I can relate to it. It is not so gruesome though. I really liked it though.
Thanks
would you like one annabell lee doll? Don't worry the last owner loved her till her last breath 
mwhaahaha!!
This is kinda messed up. Attention Getter alright. I like it because I can relate to it. It is not so gruesome though.
Well hello there! First things first, the name is what caught my attention. Obviously because of Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. But this piece was really good. It was beautiful yet devastating, but it a good way. It's a tragic love story, one that must be told for people to see the beauty in this deplorable world. There is a lot of imagery in this peice, and I appreciate that. Not a lot of people can paint a picture with their words. My favorite line in this has to be "the hourglass last beat of doomed sand laid with the rest, my time has ran out. For in my dismay, My sweet Annabell Lee, cornered her precious mouse." As I started reading this, the first three lines got me instantly hooked. You are really good at writing and I think you could make a really good thing with this Annabell character, maybe write other works that surrounds her. You have great talent, keep writing dear!
thanks it means the world
Hello,
My name is Amber, I wanted to let you know that this is really good. I saw it playing out in my head, which is what I look for the most, when it comes to something I read. Or what I write. It makes me want to see and read about Annabel. I believe in all supernatural kind of things. I can't wait to read more, keep up the good work.
Thanks
Wow. Just wow. This is beautiful! In that sort of tragic, lovers-separated-and-reaching-for-each-other sort of way.
"Oh, through the months we gleefully played,
pranced down the soft grassed meadows.
Dressed up like kings and queens, with balls of course!
Talked to one another for hours upon hours on the secrets we both kept,
but as memories happily pounced, our luck has officially ran out.
On my darling, Annabell lee."
The sense of nostalgia in this stanza is intimidatingly well written. It's daunting, teasing the heart with a sort of hope for things to be as they once were.
"The rustling of movement awoke me from my splendid slumber,
A scared sensation raced around like buzzing bee's when I saw-
My Annabell lee,
With a chestier grin plastered to her perfectly plastic face.
And in her hand, to my dismay,
A pristine knife, meant for me.
From my sinister, Annabell Lee."
Brrrr... See those? Goosebumps. I got goosebumps. This stanza is threatening and haunting. It makes me want to look over my shoulder to make sure Little Miss Sinister isn't standing behind me. Lord knows I don't need a pristine knife at the moment.
All in all, very well done. It flows, it fits, it makes the reader hope that Annabell won't come leaping out of the screen. So with that I say well done.
Thanks :3 but just incase except no dolls from parents lol