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Aimee Lynn

Late one night, while I lay dreaming,
I awoke to the sound of a lover weeping.
Grieving, tears streamed down unceasing.
What had occured while I was sleeping?

There came a rapping at my door,
a gentle tapping, and nothing more.
I made haste to the curtains and pulled them back;
to see the night all cloaked in black.

A chill broke loose and shook my frame,
the feeling of dread, I could not tame.
Then suddenly I heard a pounding,
from below my feet the sound came bounding.

Louder and louder the noise did grow.
I thought of hiding, but where to go?
I ran to the closet and shut myself in;
peeked through the keyhole and saw Aimee Lynn.

Aimee Lynn, my one and only love.
Sweet and true as the turtle dove.
With her black flowing tresses and eyes of green,
she was the fairest creature I'd ever seen.

She entrapped my heart, and I made her my wife.
I promised her a life without want or strife.
We were happy together, everything just right.
Until one black and stormy night.

A stormy night with lightening bright
and thunder booming, a hurricane looming.
I went out to help a soldier wounded,
but lost my way, I had concluded.

Two days had past, as I wandered,
while Aimee Lynn my death had pondered.
Her saddened heart could no longer bear
a lonely life without me there.

So down to the celler she did go
and from a rope swung, to and fro.
I came home that night and found her there.
Her swinging body, cold and bare.

My Aimee Lynn, now up in heaven,
sent on the wings of the blackest Raven,
comes back to haunt me when it storms.
But her hands and heart no longer warms.

Late at night, while I lay sleeping,
I dream that I hear my lover weeping.
Grieving, tears stream down unceasing.
Memories of Aimee Lynn slowly decreasing.


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The following comments are for "Aimee Lynn"
by Reba

So Good
Reba this is a wonderful poem. It paints many pictures.

( Posted by: Char [Member] On: May 31, 2004 )

Poe-esque
I like the Poe-esque wording and style. My favorite Poet... Great job Reba.

( Posted by: daprdan [Member] On: June 1, 2004 )

Poe-esque
thank your for your comments...as always, it's very much appreciated :)
Poe is one of my favorite poets as well :)
there is much beauty in the way he writes...this was definitely Poe inspired, but I also wanted to put my own style in there as well...I feel there are a few lines that need some work...thanks for reading
Reba

( Posted by: Reba [Member] On: June 1, 2004 )

Reba's no writer?
Reba,

First time around I just enjoyed this without commenting, but there are so many new writers on the site I am bringing it to the 'comments' to show how ironic your latest post is!

Have fun,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: April 13, 2005 )





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