Melody Lee

If only I heeded the warnings before,
That prophets had made me see.
But I needed to heal the wounds I wore
By her, my Love, Melody Lee.
I would hold her in my arms out of harms way
From woes that rose at her and me.

Unimaginable was the way
That prophets had made me see.
They were sounds that bounded my heart for my Love,
Made by my Melody Lee.
And no one could hear the soft whispers she gave
To me and only me.

The truth was given from the time before
That prophets had made me see.
The words they had said were so chilling
They'd frozen my Melody Lee.
The thought had left me in dismay;
My Love had cheated on me.
Burned inside my mind was the image
That prophets had made me see.

Yet no one could hear the soft whispers she gave
Men who were other then me.
There were now words against whom I adore
That prophets had made me see.
The relentless skies were hunting in gray,
And chilling my willing Melody Lee.

But I trusted much more in my love for my Love.
I just wanted her melody;
The sweet song of her melody.
I wanted it more when I saw her above.
I ran to her just in time to see
A bang that rang of a magnum forty-four,
That fell my falling Melody Lee.

So in the spring, the flowers and sunshine will bring
Me memories of Melody Lee.
And the fall has never forgotten to recall
The warmth I shared with Melody Lee.
With nothing left to say, all I can do is pray
That my mind will find forever her voice will stay.
But the image I always see
Are lies the prophets had made me see.

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With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee"