the raven. revised.

[secretly_here]

There he ponders never flitting for that raven still is sitting,
not nearly near to a bust of pallas far away from my chamber door.
Though I welcomed his slow decay of my once dull yesterday,
I never thought he had come to stay.
And now I seek my vengence for I too yurn acceptence,
of perhaps not someone so lovely as the one Lenore,
of him that is equal in a man to the once lovley Lenore.
Alas I thought my luck was breaking,
but it was not for the ravens taking,
the black and godly creature who once wispered nevermore. 
And now the man he seaks me, with a hand so soft placed neatly,
in the hand of someone who could be just like Lenore.
But of course I could be just like Lenore.
So it seems not certain, that each movement of that purple curtain,
could show the face of the retchid raven pirched not far from my chamber door.
is it not that thought nerving, that the ravens constant purring,
is the result of a mistake you made many years ago?
I ran my fingers carefully over weapons spread evenly, until I chose a pistol from the days of yore.
And I will have my way now, for the raven cannot say now, not one word spoken above my chamber door
for it lays upon the floor. 
Never-nevermore.

*Right after i wrote my first post this morning everything began going right.