18/365 When the Last Rose Dies

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
Edger Allen Poe, "Lenore" 

Part of my 365 day project!
I'm really happy with the way this one turned out, those dead roses turned out to be more useful then alive.

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