Kneeler - Dorthia Cottrell

Heart of winter,

the battelfield’s rusty from dogs blood

Cold is a dance of December,

how does it feel to be out on the waterfront

for a change,

now that you know me by my first name

_____ breathes out,

wish I would have known you when I was younger

Most of my candles burned out

There was no reason to suffer

Cause I know you came unaware of the price

just a helpless thing, on the backs of the tide.

On the back of the tide.

On the back of the tide.

Annabel Lee,

will you carry your grandfather clock to the gallows on Main Street

Will you reveal your nature to me,

Annabel Lee

Annabel Lee, will you bury your prayers in your garden

Abandon your children

will your replace your flowers with wings,

Annabel Lee