• A year has past and he sits so daunting , the depths of my soul I find him haunting.
    This foul winged beast of night that stays perched above my door.
    The fire I stoke ever so lightly, it's warm embers burning brightly,
    Warming the room ever so slightly, as I cast my gaze upon the floor.
    Seeking some comfort in my sorrow, though I know not what for.
    Avoiding sight of this Raven whom I abhor.

    With the passing days my mind has wandered, fleeting memories that I have pondered,
    pondered the reasons and purpose of all that has been before.
    Madness inside slowly brewing, insipid remarks I find myself spewing,
    Aware now of my very undoing, but not yet sure of what is in store.
    I struggle in vain to clear my mind so my situation I may explore.
    Knowing he is watching, perched silently for ever more.

    "Sentinel of the darkest hour, I beseech thee to relinquish your power!
    Allow me to see what wrong has brought you, so that I may settle the score!"
    And though the bird whom is ever so vile, sat as it has in its ominous style,
    I scarcely thought I saw a smile, creeping out from within it's core.
    A ghastly grin on the beak of this fiend causing me to spite it that much more.
    This grim visitor who tainted the memories I had kept of my lost Lenore.

    "Speak you demon of darkest night, speak or I beg of you to take flight!
    Answer as to why you torment me so! Tell what you have come here for!"
    And in that moment I heard the thunder, my very thoughts torn asunder
    Stepping closer till the beast I stood under, as he sat above chamber door.
    "Take what you want or be gone from here!!" I so brazenly did implore.
    The raven sat unnerving with the countenance it wore.

    The madness within me burned like fire, the sorrow now replaced by desire,
    desire to end this nightmare as this beasts welcome it had outwore.
    Demon or beast it did not matter, it's omnipotent ego I would not flatter,
    The vex on my soul I struggled to shatter, the pain I could no longer ignore.
    The calm of night shattered by yet more thunder as if the gods themselves were at war.
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore".

    "Condemn you to Hades for that single word spoken! No longer shall my spirit be broken!"
    Filthy creature of darkness of whom I shall listen to no more!"
    From the table I grabbed a platter, Without hesitation the window I did shatter,
    No longer did my life or anything matter, my actions spawned by my own rancor.
    The night lit by a burst of lightning,a puddle of rain now gathering on the floor.
    Here I sat, staring at the bird, and nothing more.

    Tears now down my face were streaming, as the Raven turned his eyes almost gleaming,
    and in those eyes I saw a look that I recalled from days of yore.
    A shard of glass in my hand I had taken, a sleep I now sought from which I'd not awaken,
    my own desire for life I had forsaken. I would soon find her, my lost Lenore.
    Soon I felt my consciousness slipping, as I lay in my own blood upon the floor.
    The Raven taking flight into the darkness of the night, crying out the word I would only hear once more.
    "Nevermore."