The Raven, Code-switched
One night, as I was not strong and feeling sleepy,
Trying to forget my lost love, Lenore
As my head was slowly going down, nearly napping, there was a knock
Someone gently knocking, knocking at my front door.
“A visitor,” I mumbled, “knocking at my front door
Only a knock and no more”
I remember it was a cold December;
The embers from the fire drift upward from the floor, as if it was a ghost
As I read books to distract me from the lost of Lenore
It did not work, the sorrow for my Lenore was still there
The angels call her Lenore, a young radiant girl
It’ has been so long, her name is not spoken.
The purple curtains made a sad, uncertain rustle
Entertained me, filled me with terror I have never felt before’
My heart was still beating, I stood there repeating
“A visitor at my front door
A late visitor at my front door;
Only a visitor and no more.”
My soul grew stronger; without hesitating
“Sir,” I said, “or Madam, please forgive me;
I was napping, but you came knocking,
And slightly you came knocking, knocking at my front door,
For sure, I heard you” I opened the front door;
Only darkness and no more.
Looking into the darkness, I stood there thinking, scared,
Believing that the supernatural does exist that I never thought existed
But the silence was not broken, and the stillness was not broken
Only the whispered word was spoken,
I whispered, and an echo then repeated my word,
Only this and no more.
I turn back into my house, my soul was burning with curiosity,
The knocking came back soon enough but louder than before.
“For sure,” I said, “for sure it is something at my window;
I shall see, what the threat is, and figure out this mystery
My heart is still beating as well as this mystery;
It was just the wind and nothing more!”