Quoth the Raven

Quoth The Raven Under frosted blankets lay On crispy frozen petals, Sipping hearty beverages Of dandelion and nettles, As I gasp on misty chortles Reflecting in an icy puddle, Deathly spirits reminisce Outside my winter huddle. Snow, snow, she hath no gold To pave my path to spring, The raven stole my summer To mend her broken wing, I cannot pay my passage If the mortal raven calls, Neither he nor the tally man Can catch me if I fall. Darkness lays round about In the silent fields of hell, Naked as the eerie sound Of a distant tolling bell, My poisoned body squirming Upon my true loves eyes, Spreading feathers black as pitch She flies, she flies, she flies. Autumn seems a distant dream Of amber painted leaves, So I'll sleep 'neath the canopy That is woven into wreaths, There I mock the starless sky As it shrouds my oaken chest "Good riddance" quoth the raven As they lay my bones to rest.