Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken.
''‘Doubtless,’''
said I, ‘what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy pony whom unmerciful Irony,
Followed fast and followed faster till the songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never—nevermore”.’
But the Owl still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of The Owl, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What is this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore?
Was it here to haunt me?
Was it just because i killed an old man...or three?
Was it because of the arrow in my old knee?
Or is this a Nightmare causing By my insanity?
Spoke the Owl : ''Nevermore.''
This I sat engaged in guessing, but with no syllable expressing
To the owl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, my mane and head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated over,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating over,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer.
--Here the censer bumped my head----''OUWW!!!,Stupid Censer!''
As i looked up i saw that the censer was swung by Seraphim,whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
''Wretch!!!'' I cried,
‘the Almighty Celestia hath lent thee,
by these angels she hath sent thee.
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from the memories of Twilightnore!
Why, oh why this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Twilightnore!’
Quoth the Owl, ''‘Nevermore.’''
I was angry,i wanted that Owl Dead.
I did'nt knew if my sanity this would have said.
''AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHH!!!'' I yelled.
I stood up angry and mad.
---Here i raised my hoof towards the night creature and pointed at her while i screamed-----
‘Prophet!’ yelled I, ‘thing of evil!
prophet still, if bird or devil!''
Whether Thing sent, or whether tempest tossed you here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted,In this Ville enchanted—
In this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there---breath--- I-is there an explanation in Pony-ville?—tell me—tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the Owl,'' Nevermore.’''
---This is the part were i wasn't so nice
For the Nightowl was this moment for her,a paradise---
‘Be that word our sign in parting, Owl or fiend!!! ’ I yelled, upstarting.
‘Get back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!''
''Grrr ,Leave no black plume as a token of that lie.''
''Thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!''
''QUIT THE BUCKING BUST ABOVE MY DOOR!''
''TAKE THE BEAK FROM OUT MY HEART AND TAKE YOUR FORM FROM OF MY DOOR!”
Quoth the Owl, ‘Nevermore.’
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Celestia, just above my chamber door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamplight over the owl streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my Body and soul were lying dead on the floor.
They Shall be lifted ,
N e V E r M o R e !