Worn and weary by the day
as I remember 11th may
held up by the fluttering rap
I too heard a similar tap
while I dreaded in my haven
did I expect a dark raven
casting shadows on the floor
there’s someone at my door
Who? said I in the gray
quivering sound overlay
but making move thereby
and trust me there was no reply
so much that I did deplore
but I expected no Lenore
and I afraid of Nevermore
waiting smiling at my door
Her name was precious
I panted more
her name was sorrow
I lamented more
her name was fragrance
my burning essence
I filled her to my deepest core
long gone the sweetest sore
I cherished too much my Lenore
Tis was years and years ago
once I read Edgar poe
while there was I without a clue
the darkness of the night grew
the tapping did not seem to cease
I shook awoke my caprice
I flung opened my wooden door
“GO AWAY YOU, NEVER MORE”
