Annabel Lea

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I have converted the poem into a script.
I do not own the poem

Submitted: September 19, 2012

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We are panning over the sea and finally come to a stop by a pair of teenagers laughing and playing on the beach. They are dressed in early 19th century clothing.

A male voice begins

Narrator:  It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know

Close up of Girl
Narrator: By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought

They both are walking down the beach hand in hand against a sunset

Narrator: Than to love and be loved by me.

Narrator: I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;

The two are walking along the cliff tops, talking.
Narrator: But we loved with a love that was more than love-

The pair are lying next to each other on the cliff top. Close up of them looking at each other
I and my Annabel Lee;

The girl is asleep with her head resting on his knee. He gently moves a piece of hair from her face.
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

Narrator:And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,

Close up of the sky changing and becoming dark and cloudy with a chilling wind
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;

The pair are lying next to each other on the cliff top.
So that her highborn kinsman came

Close up of the boy looking at the girl and then up at the camera.
And bore her away from me,

Zoom out to see the boy is laying alone. He gets up and walks down the beach, down a path to a small cottage.
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

 

 

Narrator: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)

He opens the door
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

We see the girl layed out dead on the bed. Pale and beautiful in death.
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

The boy kneels next to her and slips his hand into hers.

Narrator:But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Close up of what appears to be the girl’s parents, crying
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-

Close up of the boy looking out the window at the sky his hand still in hers.
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Close up of the dead girls face
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Narrator:For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

Faded memories of them walking down the beach
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

Close up of her face, smiling. Then we are back in the bedroom. The boy lays down next to her, still hand in hand
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

He looks at her then closes his eyes
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

We are outside the cottage and zooming out, back across the beach and out across the sea

Fade to black

The End

 


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