The Wraith and the Raven

The night it was, when I heard, a tap, tap, tapping on my hovel's door open to find a raven, eyes filled with darkness and spite, when I went to turn on the light, light, a dear friend long departed, darkness is the only memory I have not forgotten now, A world bathed in hideous, inviting darkness surrounds me, any thought of freedom having long since escaped, And that pain, that misery, I hold it dear, clutch it to my chest, a pain filled remembrance of a raven pecking at my hand, "Nevermore, Nevermore" the specter cried, this spiteful wraith I had invited into my home, to which i could return, nevermore.