My Version of "The Raven"
One time in a dark night, when I was depressed and alone,
I was reading many old novels that are forgotten,
While I was agreeing, about to sleep I heard a knocking on my door.
I thought it was a visitor so I asked, "Who Is it??"
"How are you gonna knock on my door and not say anything??"
I clearly remember that it was a cold and gloomy December,
Pieces of ashes from the fire fall onto the floor,
I wish it’s the next day, I want to get out of this sadness
The books that I’m reading decreases the pain, I have for the late Lenore
For the unique and the most beautiful girl named Lenore
Nameless here forevermore
Then the purple curtain starts rustling
Scared me - made me feel fear more than I have ever had
Now, my heart still pounding, I stood up repeating
“Is someone there knocking on my door? -
It's so late for someone to be knocking on my door
This is it and nothing more.
My braveness got stronger, my fear was non existent
“Bro” I said, “Ma’am truly your forgiveness I implore”
I was napping, and peacefully you came rapping,
and so faintly you came tapping on my door,
“I’m pretty sure I heard you knocking” I open the door widely
But it was dark and nothing more.
Into the darkness, I was wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no normal person ever would.
But the silence never changed, and stillness in the darkness
The only thing I said very quietly was, “Lenore?”
This is what I was whispered, and an echo came back saying, “Lenore!”-
Merely this and nothing more.
My version of “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe