The remembrance of a death, beloved Lenore’s discontinued breath— <br />The aberrant pleasure that it brings to an obscure little bird like me. <br />A man of disillusionment and despair unknowingly awaits my company, <br />So I tap tap tap on his chamber door redundantly. <br />His bellows break and his mind awakes to the possibility <br />That outside his door is his adored Lenore, <br />With her decorum and divinity. <br /> <br />So somber he was to sight a bird of satanic spirit and spite. <br />How I snickered and I sneered at the melancholy that reappeared <br />As the man’s dispiritedness and delirium visibly intensified <br />Due to the plan that oh so cleverly I mechanized <br />After sighting her demise and noticing his clamorous cries. <br />So swiftly he opened his door for Lenore, <br />And out his fervent love was ‘bout to pour. <br /> <br />But once that door swung wide open like his aforementioned emotions, <br />I detected a look in his eyes that let me know he was petrified. <br />But so hastily did he conceal it underneath great enragement <br />As all he saw was death and darkness upon his chamber door; <br />For I was seated atop the window sill, watching a man whom I abhor. <br />A man who thought that he was thinking or dreaming a dream while he was sleeping, <br />When it was only me so softly breathing the faintest word “Lenore! ”<br /><br />Mary Barnett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-raven-s-thoughts/
