Crow


Once upon a midsummer's blackness,
While I pondered sickly and restless
Of spell spent muttering nonsense
Forgetting to utter theses feelings fullness,
Suddenly there came a knocking;
Suddenly there came a rapping;
A knocking at my chamber door.
Slowly unclenching the door pearing into the shadows.
Observing nothing I called out,
"Whomever so brutishly haunts my thoughts
Call thy name" no response.
As if on que I bolt my door and there arrived a noise;
A noise from out my window,
I gazed and beheld a sight never before seen...
A Crow feathers as black as the shadows
Dancing on the ground.
The Crow with no cause,
Quoth "Forever gone",
And as if in that one phrase my soul he did outpour,
My heart stuttered with an unexpected rage.
I mocked, "Forever gone",
The Crow stocked as if hunting a Worm- and I can swear
I saw a grimace in his face.
That instant I felt what he had meant
When quoth the Crow "Forever gone."
I collapsed in defeat at that phrase, "Forever gone."

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