While the windows shook and swung
And I,
Long since It had begun
Couldn’t cry
The low hanging ceiling
Amusing the dancing shadows
Creeped me to believing
Something was out in the snow
I picked up my volume
Of that forgotten lore
That nasty thing covered in perfume
Reminding me of Lenore
Why my suspicions were itching
And the fire crackling lightly implored
But my hand, it solemnly twitching
When foul beast tapped on door
With great surprise
I leaped into the air
I wondered if it was my imaginations lies
But shouted, out of fear, “Who’s there?”
The shadows grew denser
And the windows howled loudly
Leaving only to me one answer
With this intruder, knocking proudly
“Open the door!” I shrieked
For no man, deserved this wait, in his safe haven
When the door swung open, and I got a peak
At a small, black, raven
I dropped to my knees
The laughter filled the air
“I would like, for you, to please
Leave my house, and go to freeze out there!”
He didn’t budge
He stood and stared
Like he held a grudge
He could sense I was scared
He startled me
This black foul of night
I felt the presence of Lenore come and leave
I felt my heart, alone, ignite
This bird, it seemed, was silent
It never let out a roar
But when spoke it, you could taste the violent
Murmur of “Nevermore”
I knew what he meant
I knew why he had come
I knew of him I had sent
My mind was unspeakably numb
I woke in my chair, my mind, me forsaken
The thought of Lenore in my brain engraven
I sighed, forever It had taken
The crested equivalent of me, a raven