Elenore

Eleanor

 

Eleanor Saga Part: 4

 

Prompt: This Vintage Mirror Reflects Dark Hair.

 

In the corner of a barely lit room

A man sat in his comfy chair

Surrounded by the light of the moon

And the love that was no longer there

 

With everyday that passes

It just makes his heart sad

The flocking of black masses

Is all he had

 

He prayed to see her bright eyes

Just one more time

Buried sorrow lies

At the single drop of a dime

 

He missed her soft dark hair

As smooth as milk

The kisses they did share

Was made of the softest silk

 

Oh my dear heart,

It cries out for my sweet Elenore

Till death we did part

I'll see her nevermore

 

A.D. Small

April 20, 2023