• Tuesday December 10, 1809
    Annabelle Lee and Phiro love each other dearly. I watch as they lie on the beach and gaze at the stars, this cold December night. Annabelle Lee slowly drifts to sleep and suddenly gets the chills and Phiro grabs her in his arms as the walk along the beach, to their kingdom by the sea. I sadden as I know that my love, my lovely Annabelle Lee, goes inside as to hide from my view. The door closes after the couple in love and I know I must wait until tomorrow to see her again.
    I roll upon the beach where they lay no more, the sand still fresh with the scent of Annabelle Lee. The sweet, sweet smell of my love. I slink back into my home, instead of; as I like; to roll onto that kingdom, housing Annabelle Lee.
    She emerged out on the balcony, wrapped loosely in an ebony and scarlet blanket with fringes hanging on two of the sides. Phiro soon came after her wrapping her in his tan arms, lightly kissing her on the cheek. He walked to stand by her side after whispering something in her delicate pink ears. She whispered something back and they laughed for what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was only a second or two, for everything you see your love do with another man seems to last forever, good or bad, happy or depressing.

    Friday December 13, 1809
    My love has gotten chilled by disease and is staying in bed with her lover and friend Phiro. He has gone across me many a time to get her herbs and medication and anything else he can possibly think of to rid this illness from the beautiful body of Annabelle Lee. He has even brought a person of religion to try to remove this demon from her lungs. A goat for reasons unknown to me and, I believe, him.
    Our lovely, lovely Annabelle Lee is dying before our eyes and we can do nothing about it! Her father, her mother, they can do nothing about it, but sit at her bedside and watch as she becomes pale and cold! And I cannot even sit at her bedside! I cannot even speak to her! I cannot even look at her for she is imprisoned in that kingdom by the sea! Phiro walks on the balcony and shouts to the sky, to our lord. To our lord in anger, “Why? Why have you taken her from me? I know why! It is because the seraphs in Aidenn are jealous! Jealous! Jealous of my love for Annabelle Lee and her love for me! She was just a child! I am just a child! Her heart has stopped! Mine may as well for she was my love, my one and only love! I shall not love again until I see her in Aidenn!” He fell to his knees crying uncontrollably.

    Sunday December 15, 1809
    Today they bury Annabelle Lee by my side forever now. Phiro is nowhere to be found. I suspect he is crying in his chamber, on the queen bed he shared with Annabelle Lee in that kingdom by the sea.
    He walked outside to say his last goodbye to the beautiful Annabelle Lee. “Goodbye my love and wait for the day when we can be united once more. I request when I die to be buried beside thee, no sepulchre can separate we, for you are my love, my one and only love, and soon I will be with thee.”
    They lowered Annabelle Lee into the ground and covered her with the Earth below our feet, her mother, her father, and Phiro most of all, sobbing with love for the beautiful Annabelle Lee.



    Sunday December 22, 1809
    As the grandfather clock in the main room of the kingdom by the sea chimed, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG! Phiro walked outside with something over his shoulder. As he got closer I saw what he was carrying was a shovel. He went by Annabelle Lee’s grave and started to dig until he hit her sepulchre. He opened the lid to reveal the slightly rotten Annabelle Lee. “You are just as beautiful as before.” He whispered in her ear.
    He lied down in it next to her and closed the lid. I touched the giant mound of dirt to make sure it was real. It was. I couldn’t believe my eyes; Phiro had buried himself with Annabelle Lee. “I told you no sepulchre could ever separate us, my love. I promise to never leave your side again.”

    Monday December 23, 1809
    A search has gone for Phiro. They will never find him, for I have smoothed out the dirt and stolen the shovel. I know he doesn’t want to be found, so now he won’t.

    I will forever miss the lovely, lovely Annabelle Lee,
    Signed, the sea