On some day when I was playing with my awesome gear and laying
Wicked rhymes, as I be saying, unlike all you've heard before.
While I started aptly rapping, suddenly I heard a tapping,
Like some shitty raven tapping at a window on my floor.
"'Tis some awful bird", I muttered, "flying 'round my chamber's floor.
This it is and nothing more."
Pretty sure it was in April and the Horrorterrors' tendrils,
They themselves, I bet, were burning in the solar flaming core.
What's outside, I did not care for, yet I wondered why and wherefore,
Brainless birds were at my window, seeking entrance to my floor?
"Ugly birds shall be receiving", said I, "entrance to my floor
Not in hell and nevermore."
With my thoughts returning focus, shrugging off this hocus-pocus,
Ready now to spit some lyrics, just the way I did before.
Barely had I started rapping, soon again began the tapping,
Louder and more forceful tapping, quickly down my nerves it wore.
Thrizzling, chizzling cold my spine and quickly down my nerves it wore.
"This no longer I'll ignore."
Turning to the window slickly, suddenly the sound stopped quickly.
And no bird that I was seeing, just the sun and nothing more,
Burning bright, refused to fade and got reflected off my shades and
I averted my locked gaze and heard a sound from my closed door.
Cal the Puppet suddenly was sitting right in front my door.
Sat and stared and nothing more.
"Oh, it's Cal; hey bro, what's cookin', why are you so happy lookin'?
Don't sneak up on me like that, I didn't see you there before."
Sure enough I was just joking, and a little fun there poking,
While the sun continued choking all the coolness from my floor.
"Certainly my Bro's returning," said I, "soon to our floor."
Quoth the puppet: "Nevermore."
"What the fuck?!", exclaimed I wildly at the puppet that seemed mildly
Entertained, and from his eyes a vicious pleasance to outpour.
Not a bit his mouth had moved and all his gaze he kept aloof and
Overall there was no proof that he had ever moved before.
"'Tis a fraud." I whispered lowly, "All will be just like before."
Cal though answered: "Nevermore."
"Wretched puppet!", cried I, "Demon! In your eyes I see the meaning,
To enjoy my pain-filled screaming! Now I know your rotten core!
I have always guessed the evil 'hind your friendly smile, the devil!
And I was on the qui vive; ill monster, get out through my door!
I will keep observing you, until you get out through my door!"
Quoth the puppet: "Nevermore."
I'm not sure how many ages passed throughout this fight that rages,
Since his eyes became my cages, forcing me to wage this war.
Rather much I was a raven, rather than this fight to brave in,
I would be a shameful craven, flying to the solar core.
'Cause I know this torture, worse than burning in the solar core,
Shall be ceasing - nevermore!