Once upon a midnight dreary, I flew into
a madman’s chamber and perched on top
of his door like an ancient statue.
I found the stranger to be a tedious little man
with a broken mind and shaky will.
Over and over this lunatic ranted to my face
and every time, my answer was “Nevermore.”
I grew bored of listening to the idiot’s irritating
voice and repeatedly said “Nevermore” to silence
him, but to no avail.
As the scent of the air grew denser, I could feel my
dark feathers ruffled while the strange man shrieked
at apparitions that were not there. While watching
the unfortunate soul rave, I could still taste the
blood of my last meal in my sharpened beak.
Finally, the madman collapsed limply before me
and my all-consuming shadow washed over him
like an angel of death. With my essence devouring
the wretch’s soul, his spirit would remain restless
and be lifted . . . Nevermore!