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The Charge of the Black Raven
Alexander "Sasha" Volokh
("The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
in the style of "The Charge of the Light Brigade"
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
1
Flying in, flying in,
Searching for haven,
Into my chamber door fluttered the Raven.
I was morose that night,
I was a craven
When through my chamber door fluttered the Raven.
2
I was morose that night --
My soul was lost in flight
Far from the cruel and cold month of December.
Over a book of lore,
I mourned the lost Lenore,
Nameless forevermore,
Six feet below the ground, dead as an ember.
3
Books to the left of me,
Raven in front of me;
Wind to the right of me whistled and thundered.
When I asked of Lenore;
Sitting above my door,
He just said "Nevermore" --
At this pronouncement I marveled and wondered.
4
"By that God we adore,
Have you seen lost Lenore?
Is this word all your store?
In Gilead, is there balm?" These things I wondered.
Then he spoke up at last.
Quickly it came and fast.
When he said "Nevermore"
I stood there all aghast: my heart was sundered.
My odds of living were one to a hundred.
5
Wing to the left of him,
Wing to the right of him,
Plumage behind him, crest shorn and shaven:
When he came through my door,
Crowing out "Nevermore!"
I chased the bird of yore,
Told him to quit the bust,
With all my anger I threatened the Raven.
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Now I am filled with gloom,
With this bird in my room, feeding my sorrow;
I will soon meet my doom
Sitting inside my room, dreading tomorrow!
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