Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
My part of a collaboration with CrimsonANBU (now “smoking crimson”) of TheOtaku. Inspired by, not an illustration of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.
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