Edgar Allen Poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to

a fatal illness, is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. A dreamy, drug

induced state is no escape from the pain felt after losing his beautiful Ligeia.

In time, he remarries. Soon after, however, wife number two falls ill and

becomes comatosed. Life now drained from her body, an odd cry is heard

from her death bed. The eyes stare back... Ligeia is reborn."



I do not remember, where we did meet

Lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo

Yet with instability one thing stands too clear

Lady perfection, mystery, of whom I shed a tear



Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory

Cured of her malady, could this be my lost;

Ligeia



Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory

Cured of her malady, could this be my lost;

Ligeia



Sickness fell upon Ligeia, all knew she would die

Midnight came to lay her rest, farewell

Opium dreams, grief-stricken years, I took another bride

Replacing that which I did have, Ligeia why



Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory

Cured of her malady, could this be my lost;

Ligeia



Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory

Cured of her malady, could this be my lost;

Ligeia



Chronic disease, my luck cursed

My new wife has died



Coming from her bed of death, I thought I heard her cry

Could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie

Approaching her, I chilled to stone, for it did swiftly rise

I can never be mistaken, there were, they were Ligeia's eyes



Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory

Cured of her malady, could this be my lost;

Ligeia



Air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality

Cured of her malady, yet this is my lost