Confessions Of

I dawn my black clericus hat, with silver buckle and matching coachman’s cape, onto the cold misty moor, once again with one of my favorite distractions; a black Raven called Silence. I tried, to teach him to speak but he will not utter a word; then again, he is very useful and sets, watching over my shoulder. I travel aways, in the dark silence and finally a light; a beacon drawing me closer, until a see a young damsel, by fire light of the parlour. I ponder Lenore, as she reads all alone, so cozy by the fire and stones A few crumbs upon the window pane, while Silence begins to eat. I wonder will she say my name? I have been here before and quickly move to the side door; with my pick, I open and slip inside. She is looking at silence, in the dark. Startling her to floor; I whisper my name in her ear; She sheds a tear and says, Nevermore. I calmly reply, indeed. I dawn my black clericus hat, with silver buckle and matching coachman’s cape, onto the cold misty moor once again, with one of my favorite distractions; a black Raven called Silence.