Its was a bleak December midnight, I was in my chamber reading and nearly napping.
I was moping for my dear Madame Lenore, when there came a tapping, almost rapping, at my chamber door.
Let me drink this kind nepenthe and forget the memories of Lenore!
I spoke to the lady or gentleman who came tapping at at my door. I said, "Sir or Madame I was nearly napping until u came rapping at my chamber door". I was sure I heard you". I threw open the door only to be greeted by a cold icy glare of darkness.
There came a tapping on my window to break the deadly silence and I said to myself, "It's just the wind, nothing more." I threw open the window and a raven flew in with a flutter. It perched itself above my chamber door on the head of Pallas.
It sat there perched on the head of Pallas just above my chamber door, nothing more. I asked many questions and soon found out the only an
It sat there, just there like it had became one with the statue. It cast its shadow over me and in that shadow was my soul on the ground. It will be lifted, nevermore.