Authors Note:
Once upon a midnight dreary, the narrator mused weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten porn,
His eyes wandered, keenly mapping, when suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone briskly rapping, rapping at the chamber door.
"Tis some guest?" he wondered," tapping at my chamber door –
I wander why they did not warn".
As he moved towards the entrance, he encountered a strange fragrance,
Smelling not unlike the mountains which often he abhors,
Hesitant now, he slowly sneaked, the smell leaving him slightly freaked,
Leaping now, he grasped the handle of the chamber door.
And without thinking, he flung open wide the chamber door,
Showing a sight he did adore.
Standing before him clothed in plumes the raven did replace his gloom,
His feathers glistening; the colour of starless nights of yore.
As he stood there before the raven, displaying qualities that are craven,
The bird hopped in, looking to the man with eyes that did implore.
"Prophet, how long will you stay" asked he, "Tell me, I implore"
Quoth the raven, "Evermore."
Chapter 1:
And then they did it.
- Fin.
