The Raven's Thoughts
The remembrance of a death, beloved Lenore’s discontinued breath—
The aberrant pleasure that it brings to an obscure little bird like me.
A man of disillusionment and despair unknowingly awaits my company,
So I tap tap tap on his chamber door redundantly.
His bellows break and his mind awakes to the possibility
That outside his door is his adored Lenore,
With her decorum and divinity.
So somber he was to sight a bird of satanic spirit and spite.
How I snickered and I sneered at the melancholy that reappeared
As the man’s dispiritedness and delirium visibly ...