Nevermore

Nevermore gently tapping at my chamber door came this bird as one word.. the word seemed to say not your old booklore not some visitor not the darkness there not the whispered name.. but simply perching and waiting..this word in my silence..terrified.. I sat on my cushion with my imaginings with my memories some perfumed.. and the word repeated not these..not these.. a question arose of biblical import and in desperation I implored about the balm in Gilead..? the word repeated.. upstarted I demanded departure..leaving my loneliness unbroken.. and even to this the word repeated.. the word still sits above my chamber door awaiting my waking from my life in shadow floating on the floor... With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.. :)