The Raven
She was awakened in the midnight hour
By the sound of falling rain
And as she looked towards the tower
She heard the raven caw of shrill refrain
Was it calling for the reaper
To take another soul away?
Or was he calling for the keeper
of the tower, to still the bells that sway?
And then she went back to bed
As rain and raven echoed in her head
And as she fell deep into sleep
The raven through her window peeked
And when the morning came
They found her lifeless in the bed
The reaper had heard the raven's call
And left the ghoulish imprint of his pall
And then the bells began to toll
As sorrow crept up on the window pane
For the reaper had taken yet another soul
And yet the raven cawed again....
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