The Realm of Darkness known as Metaworld is home to the legends whispered through the Umbral Elders. One such legend is that of the being known as Nevermore, a strange raven that possessed beady red eyes with pupils shaped like a Crescent Moon. These eyes held the power of extrasensory perception, being able to sense danger like an omen of sorts. Despite this "cursed" ability, the bird sought companionship. It wanted to be the Familiar of a female host. When it finds a potential candidate, it will stalk the girl when she is around 6 years of old, only showing its face when the Maiden reaches 17. However, for one maiden, the creature made an exception. This is the story of the bird called Nevermore.
There once was a Black Bird
Who spoke in dialect most absurd.
Its beady eyes like two crimson moons
They are omens that come when danger looms
Yet the lonely bird does yearn.
Every night its black heart burns
For the company of a fair maiden
So that its true form can be awaken
So it stalks the girl out of sight,
Avoiding the rays of the Sun's light.
One day, in the girl's eyes, it will be seen
When she reaches the tender age of seventeen.
The girl was the last of three
Born to a dark family legacy
Her brother was sharp
Her sister was quick
And she was born with a clever wit.
At six years old, she kept away from the herds
To talk to the black and clever birds
And Nevermore would come every day
To watch the little girl play.
It could never act.
It could never speak.
It would wait and wait
Until the day the two of them could finally play.
Then one day, at age fourteen
Outside her window, a strange sight was seen.
The beady eyes that burned at their core
Belonged to the Great Nevermore.
"Please, Fair Maiden of Darkness.
Listen to my pleas, for time is quite short for me.
I seek an eternal bond with thee.
I will be your familiar. Command me!"
The girl twiddled her blonde locks in thought
Should she agree or let the bird rot?
Then, she gazed upon the eyes once again
And said to the bird,
"You are my new best friend."
And so a new flame ignited its Core
As the girl called upon his name.
Lonelines will seize him
...NEVERMORE.
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The Bird Called Nevermore
PoesíaThis Poem Note delves into a legend from one of my original realms. You see, I created two realms: one of darkness and one of time. The World of Darkness is known as Metaworld and takes some inspiration from the game Bayonetta. The Queen of the Real...
