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The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping

As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door

"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this

Only this and nothing moreMuttering I got up weakly, always I've had trouble sleeping

Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once more

I there hoping for some sunrise, happiness would be a surprise

Loneliness no longer a prize, rapping at my chamber door

Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams forever more

Only this and nothing moreHovering my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting

Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night before

Came again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind jabbing

Is it in or outside rapping, calling out to me once more

The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here forever more

And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain

Thrilled me, filled meWith fantastic terrors never felt before, so that now, oh wind

Stop breathing, hoping yet to calm my breathing

'Tis some visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door

Some lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door

This is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering

Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies

No mortal dared to dream before

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token

And the only word there spoken, was the whispered name, LenoreThis I thought in out loud whispered from my lips

The foul name festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more

Back into my chamber turning, every nerve within me burning

When once again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before

"Surely," said I, surely that is something at my iron staircase

Open the door to see what threat is, open that window, free the shutters

Let us this mystery explore, Oh! bursting heart be still this once

And let this mystery explore it is the wind and nothing moreJust one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and shuddered

When with manly flirt and flutter, in there flew a stately raven

Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the least obeisance made he

Not a minutes gesture towards me, of recognition or politeness

But perched above my chamber door, this fowl and salivating visage

Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my chamber door

Silent sat and staring nothing more, a-skance, a-skewThe self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous

Countenance it wears, though you show here scorn and shaven and

I admit myself forlorn and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven

Wandering from the opiate shores, tell me, what

Thy Lordly name is? That you are not nightmare sewage

Some dire powdered drink or inhalation

Framed from flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never moreAnd the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my male sex only

That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour, pathetic

Nothing farther than he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered

Till finally was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the floor

Other friends have flown and left me

Flown as each and every hope has flown before

And as you no doubt will before tomorrow

But the bird said never moreThen I felt the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen incense

As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt collusion

Before the guise, of false memories respite

Respite through the haze of cocaine's glory

I smoke and I smoke the blue vial's glory

To forget at once, the base Lenore

Stroke the raven never more

Prophet said I, thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil

By that Heaven that bend above us, by that God we both ignore

Tell this soul with sorrow laden, willful and destructive intentHow had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the greediest of needs

Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who ascribed to nothing higher

Than a jab from prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace

The conscience showing not a trace, stroke the raven never more

Be that word our sign of parting

Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee back into the tempest

Into the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black plume as a token

Of the slime thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness unbrokenQuit as those have quit before, take the talon from my heart

And see that I can care no more, whatever mattered came before

I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never more

But the raven, never flitting

Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent painting

Of the forever silenced whole and his eyes have all the seeming

Of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight over him

Streaming throws his shadow to the floor I love she

Who hates me more, I love she who hates me more

And my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow nevermore

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