Actually the character Lenore was featured in the Edgar Allan Poe poem, The Raven (which I assume is why we also have a raven figure called Nevermore—which the Raven was quoted as saying in the poem). Poe’s poem is in the public domain, so no problems there I’m sure. The 3D figure does bear a striking resemblance to the comic book character—the optional hair for her which look like dreads and is drawn back with buttons looks like the character’s hair in the comic book. I’m not trying to stir up any controversy here—I just wonder if the comic book publisher would have issues with it. Of course if one does not sell a comic book using the figure and calls it “fan art” they probably would not take issue. It just seems more than coincidental.
I love the figure and almost never buy female figures so it’s unusual for me to take interest in this charcater at all, but I do like the 3D figure very much.
Lenore by Edgar Allen Poe
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.
“Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?”
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.
Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.”