Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here Forevermore.

Design Notes:

• Custom, specially commissioned graphic! You won't find this artwork in any other stores.
• Art by: @thezlatadarling