"And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!"
The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe
And so it was that I lived the remainder of my wretched life in that unforgiving shadow of my ghastly fiend, the Raven.
That unholy Spirit, that ominous Being which quenched His thirst at my fountain of angst.
Countless times, I implored to the Raven for my salvation from His eternal darkness.
Yet all He croaked was: "Nevermore".
All my imploring, begging, sobbing did not move the fearsome Creature.
It merely gazed malevolently at me, enjoying my terror and grieving, Its demonic eyes penetrating my flesh to reach my soul so that it can be filled with dread.
Trapped in my quarters, forever gazing at the forgotten lore with the memory of the lost Lenore which fades into a blurred has-been.
Yet the vague thoughts of her beauty and majestice could not deflect the prying eyes of my Demon.
I have grown old and weary under this curse, tempted to end my predicament.
Frequently I have undertaken attempts to overthrow the black Bird yet my energy fades away from the moment I look into its eyes so that once more I am pondering to end my existence, that is if one could still call this an existence.
How long have I endured this torture? I do not know.
Time has no meaning anymore, everything is one vast flow of continuous agony.
I sometimes wonder if I am still a conscious being, more and more it feels as if I am part of the Raven.
He had to inflict this pain and torment upon me so that I could become a part of His infinite Darkness.
Vast, deep Darkness.
My memories, they have faded.
My human nature, it has faded.
The flow of life has been replaced with the Dark. It feeds me. It transforms me.
I embrace it because it IS me.
I look at my Dictator with new eyes. Where once His eyes cut through my soul now I see myself in His like It sees Itself in my eyes.
I feel
Pain?
No.
Fear?
No.
Weak?
No.
I feel powerful, significant. Nobody can stand against me. Nobody can deny me.
I laugh which echoes through my lonely quarters. I laugh and laugh because I am no more and I am anew in His Ways.
The Raven leaves.
Yet his Darkness still lingers.
In Me.
Swiftly, I become part of the shadows and exit my grave.
There is a whole world for Me that is like an unscathed virgin.
I will make them feel the Dark so that it can chill their bones, corrupt their flesh and in the end their souls from out My Shadow
Shall be lifted nevermore!