For you will be gone in the morrow just as everything else.
Will i ever see my beloved Lenore again?
It´s bleak december,there is a lost and longing soul sitting in his chair reading. Itś peaceful and nearly dark.
He hears a rapping at his chamber door, when he opens the door he finds a raven, perched upon his chamber door.
The man figures that the raven will be gone in the morrow. But the raven repeats ¨nevermore¨. The repentative raven flies into the his chamber. The man asks the raven if he will ever see his beloved Lenore again. The raven answers ¨nevermore¨ once again.
The grieving man gets infuriated at the raven. He shrieked ¨Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend. Get thee back into the tempest and the Nights Plutionian shore!¨ Quoth the raven ¨nevermore¨.
Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend. Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
The raven is still sitting, not moving at the man´s command.
go now, thing of evil!
The raven is still sitting. His soul from out the raven´s shadow lies floating on the floor. It shall be lifted, nevermore. THE END.