Creative Writing Prompt: Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use that as the first line of your own poem...

I didn't read the prompt all the way oops! Well here is some creative writing my dears.

In her tomb by the sounding sea. My mother’s body lay. The only thing to touch the chilled face of that woman was the creatures of the sea. They seemed to like decayed human flesh as a meal. As the days went on, I would visit her tomb to find bits and pieces of her missing. Maybe her body was taunting them by being exposed to the elements. Then again, how was that her fault?

I blame myself really. My childish behavior to sadden to give her proper closure. Maybe mother knew it. Her ghost never came to me in my sleep or drive me bat crazy in front of peers. Yes, maybe mother knew I still desired her presence here.

I always was a mother’s boy.

Maybe, she can forgive me of my horrible actions. Yes, mother would. She knew how father’s illness was inherited. Even with that warning, that woman accepted me. How sad her tale had to end so sudden.

Hopefully mother would approve of Annabel.

Ms. Annabel Lee, the woman to steal my heart from thee.

You would like her mother.

I promise arsenic wasn't added to your tea, mother. Annabel would never harm such fragile beings. However, the man she called father, mother, was given some. You see, he didn't understand that we were in love. I knew you had different opinions from him, mother. That’s why I left you and Annabel alone.

She loved you, mother.

So please don’t hate her because of my actions. I put the arsenic in your tea, mother. You see, I had the feeling you would suggest we wait a year for father dearest. Sorry mother, I forgot to mention I killed him with Annabel the year before.

That’s how we met. She found me over his bleeding carcass, mother. You see, father thought that the demons of the sea had put their goddess in your body. He asked me to help him. To help regain your body from them cursed creatures.

Now I see, I was more right than him.

Annabel overhead me bashing his head in with a rock, mother. Do you see? Annabel was  there for me. We danced in father’s blood underneath the crescent moon. She wooed my sanity back to me. That father was wrong. That those sea creatures were not interested in our kind. No, only if we left our flesh out for them to eat.

“Mother, do you forgive me?

Here.

At your tomb by the sounding sea?”

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If you didn't notice, the poem was Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe! I was feeling like Poe at the beginning, however, I started getting distracted by what SyFy had on. So forgive the sloppy ending. I hope y'all enjoyed! Any feedback would be nice.:D