The Raven's Thoughts - Poem by Mary Barnett
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 intensified
Due to the plan that oh so cleverly I mechanized
After sighting her demise and noticing his clamorous cries.
So swiftly he opened his door for Lenore,
And out his fervent love was ‘bout to pour.
But once that door swung wide open like his aforementioned emotions,
I detected a look in his eyes that let me know he was petrified.
But so hastily did he conceal it underneath great enragement
As all he saw was death and darkness upon his chamber door;
For I was seated atop the window sill, watching a man whom I abhor.
A man who thought that he was thinking or dreaming a dream while he was sleeping,
When it was only me so softly breathing the faintest word “Lenore! ”
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