Path of the Raven

It spoke the words nevermore, it shook me to my very core there I sat upon my floor a lonely weary man. Something almost bleak never did it really speak few words muttered from its beak nevermore versed in spam Was it from the nightly shore it disturbed me even more black feathers were the dress it wore imagine if you can. I feel as if I'm insane now the devil knows my name and it must know of my blame the powers in its hand. Now my thoughts must aline my conscience I shove aside create yet another lie I keep inside my head. I yell and scream to go away this bird decides to stay no vow of peace it does convey from where my path has lead.