~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Lenore, Revisited~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
O'er satin veil, silk horizon's mists, he sat there, unabashed—
whilst light seeped in, yon sunlight kissed black eyes, so darkly vast.
Awakening from slumber deep, fighting back an urge to bolt,
that he'd eyed me whilst immersed in sleep–– gave me quite a jolt!
“Oh raven, no Lenore lies here, she's now no more than dust...”
Yet, he looked on, fearing not, t'was as if my voice, he didst not trust.
“Away, you wretched creature– go– now join the vaunted murder!
I've nothing for you anyhow, I'll put up with you no further.”
“Oh, harbinger of sorrow, your presence darkens up my room.
Begone—do not return the morrow– you fill my life with gloom.”
Tho' Raven never wavered, I could only help but wonder,
my misery, does he savour, as he rends my world asunder?
Its eyes—an ebony onyx, deep— rolled back into his head.
Making no sound, nary a peep, he flew down upon my bed.
“Why do you torment me so, I'm just a man, and nothing more,
I know your creed now, please, just go!"—when, from my grasp, he tore—
A parchment, crumpled, in quivering hand, grasped betwixt my fist,
written whilst I slumbered, as my quill the sandman surely kissed.
Lenore, Revisited was all it said, then the raven turned to go,
taking flight atop my cozy bed, he cawed a note—so low.
“Nevermore”...I swore he'd cried, as I arose from off my bed.
When, on yon windowsill I spied, so shrivelled, dried and dead...
a single black rose, near turned to dust, fresh dirt upon the floor,
my senses froze, for scrawled in dirt was the single word... “Lenore”
| 
