Quoth the Raven
By: Alicia Maxwell
Raven sat there in the corner
On a cold midnight in November
He sat there with a blank expression
His sanity a long-lost possession
Raven sat there holding a Raven
A fowl as fearful as himself- no bit craven
They sat there quiet and still
Raven reached out and touched the bird
I cringed slightly when a growl I heard
The raven bit its master
Raven released it all the faster
Then he murmured flatly-
"Nevermore."
"Pardon?" I looked down at the fellow
And with a smile oh so mellow
He responded-
"Nevermore."
Raven behaved in such a manner
That fear did overcome my entire matter
Then I did suddenly remember
He had wanted me dead since we met last December
Did he mean I would live nevermore?
"Nevermore," he said again
With a most smug grin
His menacing grin did ease
Yet he continued to tease
He chuckled, "Nevermore."
"Enough! Enough! Let me be!" I cried.
"He is no human but a demon," thought I.
His presence just as frightful as the raven by his side
Raven smiled evilly and raised a knife to his eyes
"Nevermore."
"I beg of you Raven!"
"Do not be so craven!
"It is merely death that awaits you- nothing more!
"You will see her nevermore."
"Fiona," I instinctively thought
Many a horrid vision I fought off
What would Raven do to Fiona?
Oh that beautiful blushing maiden who the gods themselves had named Fiona!
Once again did Raven speak-
"Nevermore."
Deep into my chest with the knife he plunged
And so quickly he had it expunged
That I was scarcely sure
Until I fell bleeding to the floor
He was right-
I saw her nevermore.