The Raven | Her Side of the Story

Summary

It was cold and wet –

I had nowhere to go –

I flew around town – 

Gliding nice and slow –

I finally found a dark dark place –

It looked small and cozy, with its little space-

I tapped tapped tapped at the glass –

a window –

as they call it –

its ton of mass –

I kept on tapping with my beak that night –

Then I saw a man –

Filled with fright –

He began to talk to himself –

as to greet another guest –

He opened the door –

it bore an empty chest –

The man closed his chamber door –

so I tapped again –

even more –

Finally, he noticed my noise –

He opened the window with some poise –

I soared through that hole as I may –

I noticed a statue behind this man of gray –

After I perched up on –

the man asked me –

who I was –

why I was here –

why he was filled with glee and I fear –

and the first thing that came to mind –

was to answer with –

“Nevermore” –

This dreaded man started talking… as if Nevermore was my name –

I didn’t know as to why but he though of me as a shame… –

So I just stayed still… not a move of my beak –

then outside I heard a noise, well… it was more of a shriek –

I didn’t move, I was chill –

as silent as a hill –

The man then dragged a chair right over to me –

as if he was interested… as if I brought his fancy –

He began to insult me –

calling me everything negative –

I was just a Raven, I had nothing to give –

At that time I was young –

I was no bird of yore –

so he asked me a second question –

and I quoted –

“Nevermore” –

He seemed to understand –

yet he fell to the floor –

and all I kept barking –

was –

“Nevermore” –

He pondered whether if it was a sign –

or if I was a stray to watch him whine –

Is her spirit set free? Will I ever see my beloved Lenore? –

I kept to myself, just like before –

yet the man asked about a Familiar Lenore, with a spirit set free… –

I knew not what to do, all this new stuff to explore –

but again, nothing else to answer –

other than –

“Nevermore” –

It has been a fortnight since this man and my meeting –

This man, he gave himself a mental beating –

Thinking as I was not real –

what else could this poor man feel? –

I stayed to keep him company –

but he didn’t accept it –

He fled –

He cursed me –

Now people these days –

Think I’m a scare –

but what about the other horror stories? –

Don’t you even care? –

Didn’t you wonder why since the beginning of this glow –

I would answer back a great writer –

my creator, Edgar Allen Poe? –

The answer is simple –

Don’t you see? –

My spirit was the one set free… –

of course, there’s such thing as Nevermore –

I was the one who kept saying it –

For I  –

…am Lenore. –

The Raven | Her Side of the Story – Meta

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