The Raven

'Rap rap rap', pecking at the door,
"Let me in, let me in" I silently implore,
Waiting patiently as I hear his footsteps drawing near.
The door opens, I fly inside,
Above the door I perch, he sighed,
Suddenly his desolation is perfectly clear.
"Lenore, Lenore" I hear him calling,
From my post I am nearly falling,
Back into the arms of the man who lost Lenore.
One word is all that I may speak,
This dratted body, this cursed beak,
All I may quoth is "nevermore".
My heart in pain, my soul reaching out,
For the one who says my name in a silent shout,
Wanting to comfort the man in the chair.
Longing to once again hold him to my breast,
As long as I'm unsatisfied, my soul cannot rest,
So as a raven I watch him, while invading his lair.
He is unable to let go of a love sent to the grave,
Weeping over a woman he was unable to save,
Crying for the love he seeks, his beloved wife Lenore.
Cursing the raven to leave it?s post,
Unknowing the true nature that the raven hosts,
Demanding I leave my perch from above the door.
I long to tell him not to mourn his loss,
My spirit will be with him, regardless of the cost,
But I find myself unable to speak.
Never again will he see his lost Lenore,
Now only a raven perched above his door,
With the spirit of the woman that he seeks.
Then inside of him, something bursts,
He turns to me & starts to curse,
"Prophet" says he, "thing of evil"
"By the Heaven that bends above us & the God we both adore".
I stay silent, watching, then again quoth "nevermore".
Said he "prophet still if bird or devil.
Take your beak from out my heart,
Quit your perch, get out, depart"
I peered down upon him & could only quote "nevermore".
"Be that word our sign of parting, friend or foe",
It was obvious to me, he was greatly filled with woe,
Still mourning his lost bride who the angels named Lenore.
Nameless here for evermore