Segment 2... Nevermore...
A/n: Anyone else an Edgar Allen Poe Fan?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Y/n: Tis Some Visitor Tapping at more Door. Only this and Nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow. From my books Surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
You Looked at A Huge Picture of your Beloved Lenore (Who Looked A Lot like Medaka Kurokami)
Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating...
Y/n: 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is and nothing more.
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer.
Y/n: Sir, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you. here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word.
Y/n: Lenore! Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
Y/n: Surely, surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
Y/n: Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Raven: Nevermore.
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered...
Y/n: Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.
Raven: Nevermore.
I started to grow angry as I lost my temper as that is grew so Semper.
Y/n: Raven Will you cease that Nevermore as I start grow bore.
The Raven then said...
Raven: Nevermore.
Y/n: Why You Little!!
I Yelled with Anger not yet seen, he reminded me of my dear Lenore, and I Lunged at him while he once again said...
Raven: Nevermore!
Y/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
I Chased after the Raven my rage boiling over it's top but the Raven flew as it never bothered to stop.
Raven: Nevermore!
Y/n: CEASE THAT DAMN SQUAWKING I SHALL TEAR A SUNDER!
My Voice Boomed like Thunder as I chased after the Raven it flew out my window knocking down my Painting of Lenore, as it squawked One last...
Raven: Nevermore!
I walked to My Painting of Lenore forever lost to My Mind and soul. I said nothing to say at the end of all of this except...
Y/n: Damn Nevermore!
I Miss my Dear Lenore, but it was Truly... Nevermore
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