| for that raven
Posted: 10/28/2006 12:11:43 PM | for come the morning
and there upon my window sill
a raven sits
the sun light
glisten of his feathers
as his yellow eyes
follow my every move
for this morning
the morning of all hollow's eve
a ghastly fear
overwelms this heart
and my soul runs cold
for this raven
that sits upon my window sill
dose he foretells evil
or the coming of death itself
even when i close
these curtains of green
his eyes show though
following my every move
for this raven
that sits upon my window sill
for even when i went out
there upon a branch
atop a street lamp
or on an archway
for this raven
that sat upon my window sill be
into a pub i went
but there on the self
between the bushmills and jameserson
he sat with that ghastly look
as the fiddlers play and the tenors sang
and the pretty lasses danced
my mind's concern was
for that raven
that sat upon my will sill be
now here i be
under the clovers of my bed
frozen with fear
fearing to venture a look
i hoped and prayed
for this all hollow's eve to end
but from atop of my bed be
for that raven
that sat upon my window sill be
he cawed
poe's historic echo
never more
never more! | |
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