The Man-A Tribute(Poem#8-High School Years)

Wings, as black as night Casting shadows on light Always, always tapping Disturbing those napping Tapping, tapping at a chamber door He never knew why I came Only hoping for something sane Hoping for lost Lenore? Nameless here forever more For I shall come, ah nevermore Nevermore be my name And with death I came To tame His depression, but for him it is all the same Now I stand on bust and Pallas Exposing nothing but Malice He quivers on the ground As if listening for the sound Of tapping The cold air of December Cooled each proud ember As he soon remember The soul of lost Lenore Nameless for him evermore But he thinks me a demon Or, a craven But I am only a Raven From the Night's Plutonian shore The shadows of my wings adore But a Raven I am Nothing More! Set this proud man's troubled soul free For only then shall he be With the radiant maiden whom the angel's name Lenore Nameless, Nevermore!