My Annabel

Desher Hyland
Jan 14, 2023
Photo by Karl Callwood on Unsplash

Oh, Annabel, my own Annabel Lee, gone and now
what do I do?

When the cloud blows cold and
the kingdom is fairy and
I love with a love that is more than love but
the sepulchre is shut

When my soul can never dissever and
the moon’s beams bring dreams and
the stars rise like her brown eyes
over her tomb by the sounding…



Desher Hyland

I write from passion. I write to inspire. I write for hope.