On a dark night in December I was nearly asleep, there was a tap on my door, I was all alone trying to take my mind off of the loss of Lenore by reading. My purple curtain was moving , I was scared like never before, My heart was rapidly beating, as a late visitor was at my door.
“ I’m sorry for waking you up from your nap sir,” said the Raven. “ It’s ok, its just the fact you woke me up from my slumber with your tapping at my front door, “ I said. I opened the door and saw nothing more than the darkness.”
I was standing in the Darkness looking, wondering, fearing, doubting, and dreaming. There was silence, the only word to break the silence was a whisper saying “lenore”? I whispered and there was an echo revealing “Lenore”!
I turned back into my house. I heard the tapping again, even louder than before, surely there is something at my window. It could just be the wind or a tree and nothing more.
I flung open the shutters, there was a raven. I was grieving with sadness but he made me smile. The raven was wandering in the night. He said “nevermore�! We agreed that there was no human being ever blessed of seeing a raven on their chamber door. Bird or not a bird it was sculptured upon his front door, named nevermore.
The raven sitting there all alone. I muttered “ other friends have flown before on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” All the bird could say was “Nevermore.”
Surprised at the stillness that stopped by a reply spoken,“Doubtless,” I said, “What it sounds is its only stock and store. Caught from some unhappy master whom a bad disaster followed fast until his songs one painful bore. Till the parted of his Hope Of nevermore’.”
But the Raven still charming all my fancy into smiling. Straight I grabbed a cushioned seat in front of the bird, and bust open the door.Then, upon the velvet sinking, I took myself to connecting.Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of long ago. What this grim, clumsy, fear, rude, and ominous bird of long ago.Meant in croaking “Nevermore.�
With this I sat occupied in guessing, but no syllable expressing. To the bird whose fiery eyes now burned into my core, with this I sat , with my head at ease as I lied back. On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated,but whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating .She shall press, ah, nevermore!
I began to noticed that the air around me was becoming heavier. Swung by six winged angel whose footsteps were heard lightly on the floor.“Wretch,” I cried, “Your God has lent me by these angels he had sent me. Please!Take away lenore from my memories. Drink, oh drink this kind of sadness away, and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” I said, “ A thing of evil!, bird or the devil I asked! Whether my Tempter is sent, or whether the storm tossed you here ashore. Deserted yet not at all intimidated, on this desert land .On this home by Horror haunted, tell me truly, I beg, Is there, is there balm in the mountain? Tell me! Tell me! I beg!”. All the Raven said was“Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or enemy!” I shrieked “Go back into the storm and the Night’s Plutonian shore!Leave no black feather as a memory of that lie you said! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take your beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quote the Raven “Nevermore.”
The raven was still sitting on my front door. His eyes were as dark as a demon dreaming. Through the light you may see his shadow on the floor. My soul was lifted from the shadow that lies on the floor. It shall be lifted nevermore!
Hope you enjoyed the story! Original Poem By Edgar Allan Poe: Click Here! Art By: Annabella Cordovez Story By: Ayiana Tigertail & Annabella Cordovez Art Program Used: ProCreate, And Ibis Paint X