My Version of “The Raven”
Late at night, in my room
I silently study for history.
It is dark and I am sad for my love,
on a day that’s blistery.
I hear a knocking,
at my bedroom door,
I open the portal
and there is nothing there to adore.
I am getting very scared,
I go into my room
Then I hear a tapping
at my window full of gloom
I open the window
and in flies a bird.
It is a raven,
it only speaks one word
I ask this ebony prophet
if i will ever see my love,
all he says is nevermore,
This bird i wish to shove.
I get angry,
I think it a evil bird
this evil creature has killed me
has killed me with only a word.
