The Owlowicious

by Fry

A Slight of Owl

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Ponyville at night : darker mysterious and wow;
Wondering what kind of creatures would have shown;
The only thing i saw was the rumbling,flashing thunder;
I started to fell a little weak down under.

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ‘Twilightnore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ‘Twilightnore!’
    Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the Library returning, all my soul within me burning,
Later again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

---Tap!----Bam!----BOOM!---

‘AAAAH!,S-surely,’ said I,

‘Surely that is something at my w-window lattice:
Let me see, then, --breath-- what thing it is, and this mystery explore—
Let my h-heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
    ‘Tis just the w-wind and nothing more!’

--Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter.--

In there stepped a Wisely Owl ----Which had an form of Twilightnore's pet---- of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made she, not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of Pegasus or pony, perched above the chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Princess Celestia just above my chamber door—
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling.
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

‘Hahaha,though thy crest be dark and scarey ,’ I said, ‘But your no monster under my stair-y,

Ghastly grim and ancient Owl wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me,Tell me what your Queensly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
    Quoth the Owl : ''Nevermore.''

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly especially from an Owl.
Though it's answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living pony,
But this Owl looked familiar i noticed.
Her eyes,her fur...she looked exactly like Twilightnore's pet : Owlowicious!
But she was dead,so that couldn't be true.
Yet i tried to figure this out,but i didn't care
I was terrified so i tried to relax in my chair.
Ever yet i was blest with seeing this bird above a chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above a chamber door,
    With such a name as ‘Nevermore.’

But the Owl, sitting lonely on the Princess bust, spoke only
That one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour.
Nothing further then she uttered —not a feather that she fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered,

''Other friends have flown before.On the morrow that Owl will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.''
   
Then the bird said Replying : , ‘Nevermore.’