Home sweet home, happiness alone,
as we say,
when the spirit has left the body.

No one enters the overgrown garden,
where only the religious scholar in his white robe is to be found
as well as the languishing raven left behind by Poe.
There the memories of the beauty
of Annabel Lee, who now
rests amongst the ruins.

The cage of memories is full of dreams,
in the silver mirror, the cracked face,
the beautiful body bent, abandoned
by her husband, who turned to ash.

Families vanish like smoke,
home sweet home, happiness remains alone.
Every day the old woman awakens from the past,
forever remaining the Annabel Lee of this story.