That Psalm Lenor

Sing again angels that name Lenor Hold my pillow, widow, sing that name from long before Lead me fore to that pallid future of picket fence decor Oh my dream, like that gleaming of that pallid future floor Be robust in lieu of blue and quoth the raven, "Never-more" To whore my devils, a tincture in gold and whiskey But love, my sleep, you churn me over to my core Rest in peace, one piece, my peace Now I will do with gain My name, my rain, niche now, to the bard My heart, a piece Weak or not weak, it leaks, eats at me drop by drop Beat by beat... Seeing only the divine white on a rose Not the thorn But my callus run a-muck now feel the beauty But my eyes still do not fear her voluptuous song That psalm of her name, "Lenor"