Haunted by her figure
The fawning of fair delusion,
My eyes can not synchronize
With her beautiful absolution
She is the Phantom of the Opera
My spectral Annabel Lee,
The Yellow Rose of Texas
That I have seen in my dreams
She remains a curiosity
A mystery of my mind,
As I can not seem to see-
Her features well defined
An echo of her voice
Holds silent beauty,
I long to hear her nightly
As I face the futility
Time acts as Hades' Charon
Charting voyages, macabre
I await a final destination,
Of a life within her arms
While waiting I have pondered
There is so much I must learn,
When the time comes to try
I hope to heaven it's my turn
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