Original by Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven

Once within the ancient Forest, where Yang's heart did beat the sorest,
Left by friends and fam'ly, lonely, she her bitter sadness bore-
While she stumbled, comrades lacking, suddenly there came a flapping,
And the sound of something snapping, snapping teeth with savage roar-
"Tis one single Grimm," she muttered "flapping with its savage roar-
But a Grimm, and nothing more."

Sighing sadly she just waited for the beast which she so hated,
Which had long ago created with the humans, bloody war-
Ember Celtica she loaded, rounds of red she knew exploded,
For with shining dust she'd coated, coated ev'ry one she wore-
Ev'ry single shell and bullet which within her coat she wore-
"Soon this Grimm shall be no more"

Yet within the bushes hiding, there a shapeless form residing,
Standing now, towards her gliding, on the moonlit forest floor-
"Tis a person," Yang decided, "Who by some odd path was guided,
Till we two have now collided near this beast that I deplore-
Strange that we have now collided near this beast that I deplore-
Coincidence, and nothing more."

Then her heart did beat more quickly, though so recently so sickly,
Through the darkness pressing thickly, someone she had seen before-
Filled with hope (and with it terror), staring, praying for no error,
Moving feet which would not bear her, healing wound in heart so sore-
Gasping from the shock of seeing, healing wound in heart so sore-
There her mother stood before.

Raven's mask with Grimm eyes staring, she the demons' likeness wearing,
But behind them, is she caring for her daughter anymore?
Yang forgetting sorrow's stinging, hope and gladness mother bringing,
Caution to the cold wind flinging, pain from soul away does pour-
Safe in presence of her mother, all the pain from soul does pour-
Till her mourning is no more.

But no chance for happy greeting, though so long since last time meeting,
Grimm with teeth intent on eating swoops towards them with a roar-
Yang so shocked, her senses failing, does not see the Grimm assailing,
But her mother, sword unveiling, from her sheath the blade she tore-
Pointing at the swooping demon, from her sheath her blade she tore-
Then quoth Raven, "Nevermore!"

Yang did hear her mother's warning, yet the shout of caution scorning,
She no longer in such mourning, heart with joy all to its core-
Leapt to join her mother, weeping, in her mind no thought she keeping,
Of that Grimm upon her sweeping, sweeping down to forest floor-
Saw her not that fiendish savage, sweeping down to forest floor-
With the name of Nevermore

But now Raven, seeing daughter, diving Grimm about to slaughter,
Thinks of lessons years have taught her, thinks of oath that once she swore-
Sheathing sword and child spurning, back upon her offspring turning,
Notwithstanding daughter's yearning, "But one rescue, not one more-
Once already have I saved you, once enough and not one more-
One time only, never more."

Yang, her eyes with wideness growing, watches her the mother going,
And the flight of Grimm not slowing sees the thing she did ignore-
Monster's claws upon her raking, Aura low and sudden breaking,
Screaming out at creature taking, taking blood from every pore-
Lacerations from the creature spilling blood from every pore-
Blood outpouring till no more.

Crumpled body, dying, bleeding, happy life from veins proceeding,
"Help!" she cries to mother, pleading, Raven watching all the gore-
Mission done, the monster leaving, Yang with chest just barely heaving,
Crippled lungs and scarcely breathing, mother's face she did explore-
Searching for an explanation, Raven's face she did explore-
Till her heart beat nevermore.

As the moonlight dimmed and faded from her eyes which for death waited,
Slain by enemy so hated, dead upon the forest floor-
Raven t'ward her daughter walking, mother to her child talking,
"Yang you fool," she told her, mocking, "Ne'er again for hope explore-
Lest like this you perish bleeding, ne'er again for friend explore-
Never seek them, nevermore…."

Yang with gasping breath awaking, dripping sweat and limbs all shaking,
Now no longer body aching, yet no hope could heart restore-
Feeling for the cuts and gashes, for the blood in ruby splashes,
Lucid dream like all Grimms' ashes melts until it is no more-
All but sorrow, loss, and mem'ry melts until there is no more-
Yang alone, just like before.

"No!" she screams to darkness pressing, both to air and soul addressing,
"None shall stop me from possessing all I lost in life's long war-"
She with Grimm determination swearing to her declaration,
Spurning mother's condemnation, "Ne'er give up till I restore-
Friends and loved ones, all were stolen, I won't quit till I restore-
Ne'er lose hope, no, nevermore."

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