A Zoroark Named Annabel Lee

[LeElectric]

Something I wrote for a quickly formulated character based off the poem by Edgar Allan Poe in a style I use specifically for that character. Hopefully it isn't too cringe worthy.

☾The night winds blew

with such a ferocity that

the youngest members

of the kingdom

lie awake in their beds,

trembling under their sheets

as each gust of wind

wracked the shutters

on their closed windows.

Their panicked cries

could be heard from

the emptiest streets in

the emptiest villages

to the sleepy halls of the

abandoned castle that

loomed over them like a

Pyroar waiting to strike.

The "queen"

(or so she was thought to be)

of the castle that

loomed above the little villages

and above the sea,

who was cleverly named

Annabel Lee, covered

her pointed ears in

a vain attempt to keep the

annoying sounds from

reaching her canine sensitive

ears.

A growl of discontent

soon after made it clear

that the vulpine was

less than pleased with

the results.☽

"One of these days,

I think I will get rid

of all the whining brats

myself."

☾the disgruntled nobility

mumbled with a growl,

glad that no one else

was up and about to

hear her rambling to

herself like a madwoman.☽

"Gah!"

☾the Zoroark groaned

as she began to make

her nighttime escape.☽

"Maybe a little

hint of night air will

clear my head."

☾And so,

with the watchful eyes

of the half moon upon

her furry figure,

she ventured out

into the star-filled night.☽