The Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe's Beautiful Annabel Lee


The Portrait of Annabel Lee

I don't know exactly how it happened, but I wanted to do a portrait in an entirely sketched style done with only black white and gray.  The background now of course would be bright and colorful.  I felt that this would give a striking image.   Alas, who would be the woman?  For such a striking pose, I needed someone special.  

Enter Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar a genius who created a sort of macabre horror, created poems that where very memorable and quietly disturbing.  One of the poems I have in my head once in a while is Annabel Lee.  I then decided to paint a portrait of the the beautiful Annabel Lee.  Who else would be the perfect portrait other than the beautiful corpse of Annabel Lee?
Annabel Lee

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

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. 
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 wingèd seraphs of Heaven 
   Coveted her and me. 
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 kinsmen came 
   And bore her away from me, 
To shut her up in a sepulchre 
   In this kingdom by the sea. 
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. 
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; 
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; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, 
   In her sepulchre there by the sea— 
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.