Once upon a night, when the sky was grey and shedding,
the fire was crackling at my fireplace galore.
Had I been napping?
Or Forever could be trapping, all of my dreams, in the more.
As I once heard a rapping,
almost like a tapping,
a rapping, a tapping,
at my abode's door.
" Ah, a visitor," I muttered, " tapping on the front of my door."
Ah, do I remember, that day in December,lore?
The Shadows of my fire, placed ghosts up higher,
up the wall, to my door.
The loss of the life, a life of a life.
A life of a life, galore.
The life of importance
While I could not put this
But A life of a Life, A life no more.
The mixing colours of the abode,
thrilled me with terror
Terror
Terror
Is that the ghost, that may be
Or nothing more?
But then went the rapping, the tiny little tapping,
which my heart had jumped, jumped to the door.
" Sir," I would mutter, " Or Madame, I apologize for,"
" I had been gently napping, by the crackling, when you had arrived and tapped, ever so softly, on my front door."
" I scarcely heard your rapping, your petite tapping, at my abode's door,"
As I swung open the door, there stand nothing, nothing more.
I stood there, breathing, greiving, for the life lost, the life,
but nothing more.
The word had been spoken, a Ghost Provoken?
A Ghost?
No,
Nothing,
and nothing more.
I returned to my napping, but then I heard a rapping, quite louder than before.
" Must be,"I would mutter, " Something at my window, a branch, nothing more."
Swung open, shadow appeared, the room cold, the fire dimmed.
" The wind," I shuttered, " Nothing more."
Clicking of a boot, I look and to that I sought,
A man, with hair of a raven's feathers, galore!
" You have haven, now are you staying? The name must be brought, to my home lore."
The man softly, slightly, muttered the words;
" Nevermore.."