Forevermore
Dearest Pluto, your shadowed form
Has lingered long upon my soul,
So long that memory grows tired.
Yet I'll hang in no curs�d gallows,
For guilt has not consumed my conscience.
Where is your simple superstition?
Why does the sickened rider visit me,
And only me, with this horrid illness?
That one of hatred and despair
That only satyrion can assuage.
Your claws have lodged within;
They tear my sanguine river source
As a dagger buried in my breast.
You've stood forever by my door.
Out! I'll not have you stay again,
And you've been asleep beneath that sheet.
Please, wake not until you find
Another bed to shelter your body;
I could never love again, Ligeia,
So don't come back to me this time.
Allow me to bury your lovely corpse,
And I shall guard that bit of earth,
Forevermore!