Cresselia My Love
This is a spin on Annabel Lee by the master poet, Edgar Allan Poe.
The BOLD is the original poem.
The normal is the pokemon spin on it.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Oh my darling Cresselia, all know your name. Sweet bringer of sweet dreams. How the love I had for.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
How I love her. Love knows no bounds. So pure, so sweet. Damned Arceus and the others, saying that this love is forbidden. They said it interfered with our duties, but I say they envied my love. They couldn't have the loveliest of them fall for me. They say that is not true but I know that they find me inferior. I bring horrid dreams and I am shadow, but that is not my choice.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.
They knew what they wanted to do. Arceus sent Regice to do the dirty work. He sent unnecessary temperatures to rid her of me.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
They were jealous indeed. Regeice killed her. Froze her to death.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
They thought wrong with murder. They found love impure. I found them impure. Nothing will keep me from my love, Cresselia.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
I am the lord of nightmares. She is the queen of sweet dreams. She still grants me her love, for when the moon is full i still receive dreams with her love gracing them.
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride, In her sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.