AlphaMC117
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 some one gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
It would seem that the world of outcast just got a little bit bigger
I do not own 'Wednesday' or any art which I use that is not made by me
Dreadful dreams for those all waking,
as the sholes of Nevermore are quaking.