Curse you, Poe

For letting me go,

And writing this little treasure;

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Yet here it is,

Some extra fizz

For your wonderful reading pleasure.

:) Enjoy!


I don't believe I've stuttered,

Or better yet have muttered

Such an incoherent whim

To cause this boy's chagrin;

But it has come to worry me so,

From my head unto my toe,

That though his feelings do a-flow

He keeps them tightly sheltered.

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So to my distaste,

I'll surely waste

An hour or so to read them.

And if I do,

So help me through

The anger that comes within him

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For not seeing me laugh

But creating such wrath

That keeps me in the dark;

And forevermore as a lark,

He'll continue to play

Through night and through day

To keep me from my room so stark.

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I can't help but to be honest

I've found some little fondness

Of the games we play

And his utter dismay

When I don't give into his big promise.

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I'm not one to laugh

To smile, or to chaff,

Amongst my fellow friends

Who go to great ends

To put up with my debacle.

I simply stay,

To their great dismay,

As stoic as the once-great Aristotle.

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He cries within

For letting me win,

And this I see not coming;

For always he is a humming

A 'lightful tune,

For such a loon

That we know not what he's hiding.

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I dig a little deeper,

And soon I feel a fever

As it traces my cheeks,

For his soul; oh it reeks

Of the emotion I've come to hinder.

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"I shouldn't be doing this"

I say then I glance

At the door from whence he advanced

To tell me what's on his mind;

And there I sit and grind.

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"What to do, what to do"

I think it all through,

And like a window peeper,

I decide to delve but deeper.

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He 'loves' me so,

But I'm letting him go

For his tricks can't surely last forever.

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But wait, there's more.

"What's this?" I'm not sure,

As I come across a find

Way deep within his mind

Oh it worries me so,

And now I'll not let go

For reasons I've yet to find.

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It's not a trick,

That sly old prick;

He truly is a pining

For a love so un-denying

He can't quite grasp it in his arms

For I've raised all alarms

And kept him to just his whining.

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"Raven, you fool!"

I start to fuel

My anger from within;

"You've let that beast

Continue to feast

On nothing but rice and fins."

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'Surely he deserves greater,

And you know it must be true;

That though solitude is in your favor,

It has left you in the blue.'

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I break my seat

To silently creep

To the door of my dark room;

But solemnly sound,

I turn but around

And discard my angry gloom.

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I turn but to see

Light glance back unto me

A gleam but in the shadow.

Reminding me

wholeheartedly

Of the parties unwillingly placed in escrow.

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"Damn."

Here I am,

Trapped adrift

These two spiffs;

One man, and many women.

Yet silently I snicker,

And ready myself to bicker

With those who care

To take a dare

And challenge my new decision.

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I gather myself,

And walk to a shelf

"It's time to settle the score"

I raise my mirror

Smiling ear to ear,

"I'm off to Nevermore!"


Yep. Too much time on my hands, I know. So BB walks in to her room and lets her know how he feels. She puts him down, thinking it's just another trick, and he leaves with the dissapointment Raven notices. She decides (to her distaste) to delve into his mind to find his true intentions, and comes across a few things. First, is his anger for her never smiling or laughing, and she reconginses that she actually enjoys keeping her smile from him, and it's become their little game. Then she finds that although he is always happy on the outside, he pains over the fact that she always wins at this game. Next she finds his love for her, and she thinks it best to stop there, but then goes on, still curious. She thought this love was fake, but finds that deep down, he truly loves her, and she starts to get mad at herself for thinking otherwise. She goes to apologize to him, but then stops short of the door, and sees her mirror. Coming across her final decision to love him back, she goes to tell the news in Nevermore.

No, this doesn't really follow 'Wintry Writ of Raven' (Maybe it could go before it). It's just another Poe inspired piece written from Raven's view. (I don't own the Teen Titans, by the way.)

Let me know what you think! ~VVoD