The Raven

Tell Tale Heart's Will

A symbol of death,

A bird of the night.

As I draw my last breath,

I will embrace its delight.

I will use its feather, plucked, as a quill,

To write my very own tell tale heart's will.

For the pain of life far outranks its pleasure,

Such is the ordeal a poet faces in his leisure.

My fate is as black as a ravens feather,

So I will await the day I am dragged to the depths of the nether.

My only sorrow lay in the ink I did spill,

The ink I did spill on my tell tale heart's will.