The Raven
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As he sat in quiet wonder there was a disturbance that made him ponder. "Tis neither midnight nor is it dreary, and though I ponder I am not weak nor weary. I own no volumes of forgotten lore and yet here there is a gentle rapping as of some visitor seeking entry at my chamber door." As he stood I search of solace, solace at his chamber door. "Will in step a stately Raven, or perhaps some faint phantom of the lost Lenore." And there he flung wide his chamber door.
There she stood clothed in pale skin and the shadowed hall, that there was and nothing more. And in there stepped a stately Raven on its mind no thoughts of the nevermore.
And from this day forth there was an odd sense to things after a stately Raven had wondered around with naught but a large green shirt and the odd emerald hair.
A/N. I know this is not the best of works but I have not posted anything in a long time and I caught a slight case of creativity so you will have to forgive me