underneath the window gleaming

with tear-stained raindrops harshly streaming

down the glass overlooking the moore

there she lay, lenore

framed with blood and books galore

lain upon the wooden floor

she did not move, breath, blink, or-

oh, someone's at the door

it opened as the thunder roar

and in she walked, but not before

she screamed the name as tears relentlessly pour

"no, my god, lenore!"

and as she croaked out "talk to me!"

she thought of the day she said "come, walk with me"

but there was no response from the woman she adore

for there was no more lenore

she sobbed out "come on, please, amour!

i beg, i cry, i scream, i swore

i'd keep you safe, i'd rage a war

all for you, lenore!"

but no one heard the poor girl screaming

as she hoped and prayed she was only dreaming

but as she looked upon the window's golden shore

she knew her love was done for

she walked away without another word

as tears raced down and her vision blurred

she couldn't stop seeing the stilled form

of her beautiful lenore

and the next morning when the mailman explore

the empty, quiet rooms that were hard to ignore

it was quite the shock to see that there were no more

living lovers trapped in La Maison Lénore