A man already depressed opens the door and finds a Raven.
A man is concerned about his lost wife, Lenore.
There seems to be a knock at the door.
Tis Some Visittor
There's a lot of scratching at the door.
Then the man sees a Raven perched at the door and has words with him.
Tell Me What Thy Lordly Name Is...
Prophet!... Thing of Evil...
The man starts to get angry with the bird.
Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend. Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian Shore! Leave no black plumes as a token to that lie thy soul hath spoken!
The two are still arguing at one another.
And the Raven, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his throws his shadow on the floor; and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted- Nevermore!
It all comes to conclusion as the man goes back to thinking of Lenore... THE END