The window is open and I’m looking at the wall.
Would you look at that? A raven has flown in.
“Hello Mister Raven”
He is a dark
-Yes, very dark-
Raven and he is perched on my dresser.
And he’s sitting
-yes he’s just sitting-
and casting his lovely dark shadow.
Was that my own name I’ve just heard?
“Well Mister Raven? Have you called upon me?
Was that you calling my name?”
But he doesn't answer, as Expected from a Dark, Sitting, Raven.
He just keeps sitting.
He is still
-like before-
still just sitting upon my dresser.
But there it is again!
I’ve just heard someone call upon me once more during this dark night!
“Mister Raven! A mighty,
and trustworthy
Raven,
Holding the Elegance of a dark night,
Is that you uttering the letters that make up my Name?
The name so very precious to me?”
He does not answer, as expected from the Dark, Sitting, Raven
that is perched upon my dresser.
This bird!
- THIS DEMON!
It has driven me insane!
“WHO?”
I yell at the Dark,
winged creature,
haunting me from its place
on my dresser,
“WHO IS IT CALLING UPON ME IN
SUCH A STILL,
QUIET NIGHT?”
He makes a
noise.
A loud,
shattered noise.
In an
instance
his wings are beating the air,
Propelling him through my very own
open window.
And just as fast as he had come,
He was gone again.
Maybe,
-Yes, Quite possibly-
haunting the dreams of someone else.
My dream,
Of which was haunted by the horrid bird,
Has begun to
fade.
In the door,
- The large, arched door,-
stands my beloved,
Holding a cup of steaming tea.
“Good morning my dear.”
she whispers
Her voice is like heaven, away from that
Raven.
“I have been calling upon you”
She speaks.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 10:28 AM UTC
The window is open and I’m looking at the wall.
Would you look at that? A raven has flown in.
“Hello Mister Raven”
He is a dark
-Yes, very dark-
Raven and he is perched on my dresser.
And he’s sitting
-yes he’s just sitting-
and casting his lovely dark shadow.
Was that my own name I’ve just heard?
“Well Mister Raven? Have you called upon me?
Was that you calling my name?”
But he doesn't answer, as Expected from a Dark, Sitting, Raven.
He just keeps sitting.
He is still
-like before-
still just sitting upon my dresser.
But there it is again!
I’ve just heard someone call upon me once more during this dark night!
“Mister Raven! A mighty,
and trustworthy
Raven,
Holding the Elegance of a dark night,
Is that you uttering the letters that make up my Name?
The name so very precious to me?”
He does not answer, as expected from the Dark, Sitting, Raven
that is perched upon my dresser.
This bird!
- THIS DEMON!
It has driven me insane!
“WHO?”
I yell at the Dark,
winged creature,
haunting me from its place
on my dresser,
“WHO IS IT CALLING UPON ME IN
SUCH A STILL,
QUIET NIGHT?”
He makes a
noise.
A loud,
shattered noise.
In an
instance
his wings are beating the air,
Propelling him through my very own
open window.
And just as fast as he had come,
He was gone again.
Maybe,
-Yes, Quite possibly-
haunting the dreams of someone else.
My dream,
Of which was haunted by the horrid bird,
Has begun to
fade.
In the door,
- The large, arched door,-
stands my beloved,
Holding a cup of steaming tea.
“Good morning my dear.”
she whispers
Her voice is like heaven, away from that
Raven.
“I have been calling upon you”
She speaks.
HEAVY based on Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
