Once upon a midnight dreary, soaring through the skies enlivened and freely,
I sighted a library, full of quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore
To beckon the inhabitant, I began tapping,
I was gently rapping, rapping at the chamber door
From within I hear muttered "Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door"
Twas all I heard, just that, and nothing more
Impatiently, I continued to tap harder, unwilling to linger
From within once more, the words came "Sir, or Madam, truly yours forgiveness I implore"
The man claimed to be napping, before I began rapping
Apparently as I was tapping, tapping at his chamber door
Not long after, he heard me and now, he came to open wide, the door
He did not see me; he saw darkness and nothing more
Twas not long before I heard him muttering, muttering of some lost "Lenore"
An echo sounded to his amusement, through the chamber floor
So once again I began tapping, continuously rapping
As I continued to loiter, loiter by the chamber door
Again noting my presence, he began to explore
Dismissing my rapping as the wind...and
So he flung the shutter, I began to flirt and flutter,
Majestically appearing in the chamber of volumes of lore
He uttered "though thy crest be short and shaven, thou art sure no craven"
Without hesitation he asked my "lordly name on the Night's Plutonian shore"
A name I do not have, a name has not been given to me before
Mocking him I said "nevermore"
The man began to question, the reason for my exhibition
I remained stagnant; I resolved not to move anymore
Evidently for what he was after, had I not no answer
For me to say there was nothing more
There was nothing I could...