It is late at night, very dark at the dead of night. The town is asleep and I'm asleep. I heard a weird croaking sound, like if it were a bird. I woke up open my bedroom door walk outside and open my front door, and saw nobody. Nobody is there. I thought I might be sleeping walking and hearing this. When I was about to get back to bed I heard it again so this time I turn on my bedroom lights open my window and there was a raven sitting there so doing nothing. I told the raven to go but it croaked 'never Moore' The night is so cold I was freaked out because I felt my blood run cold. Then I thought of Lenore, my dead wife who had died from tuberculosis. God, I miss her so much, I can't sleep and eat. I visit her grave every day and lay there about thirty minutes or less. I write sad love poems about her. That raven is still sitting there I ask him what he wants then he said ' never Moore' I' m so mad it told the bird to go and he said 'never Moore' And Scream " Lenore !" I cried and scream can't even sleep. I miss Lenore I miss every about her.
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