Quilt Poem Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Annabel Lee, you're a phenomenal woman,
and I do not love you except because I love you.
In this Alone I am invictus, so
do not stand at my grave and weep!
All the world's a stage, a dream with in a dream, wherein I wandered lonely as a cloud-
As I grew older - Warning - A Poison Tree like unto the Television;
but hope is the thing with feathers so hold onto your Dreams.
IF you find yourself stopping by woods on a snowy evening be glad
of the road not taken. If you forget me, still I rise, no caged bird will I be.
My ‘Fire and Ice' - don't go far off, remember our daffodils of joy!
And at the end, do not go gentle into that good night!