Year after year I do read with some fear
on winter nights clear Poe's poem, "The Raven,"
that lethal bird at Poe's doors both front and rear,
distressing that man who's tense and craven.
That fearsome, watchful bird from Hades' heath
that preys without relief and cruelly taunts
with the ebb and flow of dead spirits beneath
torments him by dead Lenore's ghostly haunts.
Like Poe's, my own "raven" can't I ignore--
those demons at my doors both front and rear
distressing and depressing me evermore,
just tormenting me so that death's almost near!
I confess--during crises and distress,
I pull the trigger with greater success!