'Scrap That Poetry' challenge # 21

Hi everyone,

This months challenge at Scrap that Poetry is Annabel Lee by: Edgar Allan Poe

You can see all the submissions here

We are also having a scavenger hunt :)

Details below-
Each designer has a story behind each layout... please click on their blogs to the right and go visit them to read how this poem inspired them. 1.One of the designers loves Poe's dark side, but decided to create with love instead. 2.One designer used creative license and changed the words to the poem. 3. Another designer tells a story with her pictures about envy while 4. another tells the story of her son's trip to France while on leave from the ARMY. I am sending you on a scavenger hunt this challenge to learn more about the designers. 5. One named her own island! 6. How many designers created layouts about love and marriage? 7. How many chose "to love with a love that is more than a love"?
Extra bonus... if you come back here and post who each of the above mentioned people are... I will give out a RAK for the scavenger hunt to one lucky random generator chosen winner!

Here is my submission called Envious Angels

I found this poem hard to tackle, probably because I had so many ideas and just didnt know which way to go. I finally decided on something simple and wanted to make a point about the envious angels, the cold wind been blown out of the cloud and the kingdom by the sea. I used a picture of my DD Jenna as Annabell Lee and tried to tell the story in picture form.

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 winged 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 kinsman 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

TFL
shazza