The Raven Cometh

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Friday, April 13, 2007

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.........yeah.

That's all I got for now.

2 Comments:

Chuck fka: Meanie said...: Fwiday duh 13th iz a gwet day! U kan fwi dumpfing on fwiday an u can hav 13 ov dem! hehehe; Thursday, April 19, 2007 9:36:00 PM
Laurel Raven said...: *smiles*; Sunday, April 22, 2007 12:45:00 PM

The Raven Cometh

Friday, April 13, 2007

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