Hello readers! For Halloween, I decided to publish a poem that is a alternate version of The Raven that involves Noah. You may ask as to why Noah was my choice. I just felt like that he was the only guy that made sence for the part. It's a dark Nawn poem and I hope I did a good job with my re-written of the most famous poem written by Edgar Allan Poe.

Enjoy this dark piece of work that came from my disturbed mind...

Long ago on a scary night, while I sat sick and worried,
Over many ghostly and silent volumes of forgotten lore,
While my head nearly went to sleep, a tapping awoke me,
Soft and gentle came the tapping from my chamber door.
'Probually a lost traveler', I muttered, 'knocking at my chamber door,
Wanting this and nothing more.'

Ah, I remember it was in the bleak of October,
And the dying fire wrapped it's spirit around my chamber,
I wished for my sorrow to vainly wrap around the morrow,
From my books of darkened theme; sorrow for a lost love,
For the beautiful and clever virgin who the angels name Dawn,
Never named for evermore.

The rustling of the ancient purple silk curtains,
Fasinated me, gave me terrors never known before,
So that now, while my heart was pounding, I stood amazed,
'Probually a lost traveler wanting entrance at my chamber door,
Some traveler wanting entrance at my chamber door;
Wanting this and nothing more.'

Impatience grew within my soul, no longer bearing the wait,
'Madam,' said I, 'or Sir, will you forgive me;
I was asleep and quietly you came knocking,
You knocked so faintly, faintly at my chamber door,
That I didn't even notice you', here while I opened the door,
Just for you and nothing more.

I stood in the darkness, puzzled by all this,
Dreaming of such fears that no mortal should dream of,
Soon, the silence was broken and the stillness was no more,
And the only word that one heard was 'Dawn?'
I whispered and echoed back, 'Dawn!'
Only this and nothing more.

I returned to my chamber, with my soul within a daze,
I than heard a knock much louder than the one before,
'Surley', said I, 'there must be someone at my window;
Let me look to see what is this mystery-'
My heart stood still as I went and explored,
It's just the wind and nothing more.

I swept open the shutter with such a speed,
In flew a Raven like the one from ancient lore,
He swept and flew in, neither did he stopped for a moment's rest,
Yet with a hunch, he perched above my chamber door,
Perched upon a bust of Athena above the chamber door,
Sat and looked and nothing more.

The bird, black as night, looked at me smiling,
Along with the dark and stern decor that it wore,
'Though you may be an ancient Raven,' said I, 'you are not one.
Ancient and powerful Raven flying through the night,
Tell me why my name is on the shore!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

I stood shocked but fascinated with what he said,
Though the word had little value, little importance,
We know that no living human,
Is blessed to see a bird above his chamber door,
Perched upon the ancient bust above the chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'

While the Raven sat only on the ancient bust and only spoke,
One solid word, as if there was no soul within that one word,
Neither did he fluttered a single feather,
Till I said to the Raven, 'Other birds have came before,
On the promise of leaving me, as my hopes are gone.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'

The silence was eventually broken by my reply,
'Hopeless,' said I, 'it only utters strange things,
From a unhappy master who had disaster to fall upon him,
Very fast and swift til his blunder was no more-
Til his hopes ceased to come so evermore.'
It's always, 'Never-Nevermore.'

Yet the Raven looked into my dark soul, smiling,
So I pulled up a chair in front of bird, bust and door;
Upon the velvet fabric, I sat and looked,
Thinking of this ancient bird from forgotten lore,
Containing a sinful grin, unghostly and ominous to love,
While crocking 'Nevermore.'

I sat there guessing, with no facial expression,
Watching the eyes of evil burn into my skin,
I sat still with my hand at ease resting,
On the chair's velvet fabric the lamp light glows everywhere,
Yet whose velvet does the lamp light glow upon,
She will press, ah, nevermore!

The air grew dense from an unknown scent,
From that of a phantom who danced on the ancient floor,
'Witch!', cried I, 'God has sent you, from the angels he has sent you,
To remind me of the memories made with Dawn!
Quote this and forget about Dawn!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Saint!' said I, 'person of evil, owner of the devil,
Whoever sent you to haunt me from the shore,
Be gone, out of my sight and away to a foreign land,
Away from this haunted home; tell me truthfully,
Is there another world out there? Tell me, I beg you!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Saint!' said I, 'person of evil, owner of the devil,
By Heaven above and by the God that we worship,
Tell this ghost about the distant world,
It will saintfy the maiden the angels call Dawn,
Treasure this rare and scared maiden the angels call Dawn.'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'See that as a sign of departing, Raven!' cried I aloud.
'Send this witch back to the nightly shore!
Leave not one feather of what lies my soul has been told,
Leave me alone, fly away from the bust above my door!
Take your eyes away from my heart, your body away from my chamber door!'
Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

The Raven never left, still sitting and smiling,
On the ancient bust of Athena above my chamber door;
His eyes are like a demon's eyes that are dreaming,
And the light from the lamp shines upon the shadows on the stone floor,
My soul lying still on the ancient floor,
Shall be lifted-nevermore!

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P.S: And remember... Happy Halloween! *evil and scary look on my face*