O Raven, Evil Raptor of My Death

“Raptor of death! Wherefore seek'st thou me?” Poe's Raven craves me during the hours of night, an omen of despair that brings no light; but instead gives birth to all my dark woes, tears, doom, and pain that only God well knows. At midnight, when the moon reaches its height, Poe's evil Raven plagues me by moonlight; then multiplies a thousandfold my sorrows! O, where have I sinned and transgressed, dear God, that I must suffer from this sad despair, this disease of the soul (like a heathen unshod)!? No matter; I'll write hymns for Thee, then bear, and drink my cup of woe, grief, then praise, laud Thee still: and wait for Thy help to appear!