The Raven Revisited

‘Twas late the eve,
My eye deceived,
That poem in my head,
That once was Poe’s
In dusty clothes
Now very real instead!

“Where am I?”
I did cry,
The words no more than said,
When from the eves
It fell like leaves
And lit upon my bed.

A Raven, black and bold,
Like a thing from horrors old,
Sat crouching at my foot!
Big and black
Like a heart attack,
It’s eyes were shiny soot.

“Why are you here?”
I said with fear,
Looking for the door;
“This is no haven!”
Then quoth the Raven:
“I’m here for evermore!”

“Now wait here,
Let’s make this clear,”
I can see this is a dream;
You’re not real,
My eyes are sealed.”
But the Raven merely preened.

“You’re Poe’s bird,
This is absurd,
Really, this must end.”
The Raven’s beak
Again did speak, said:
“Silence, please, my friend.”

“We live inside your head,
When our author now is dead,
Even though to you, you’ve shut the blessed book;
When then next again you dream,
And then, perchance, to scream;
We know then you are ours, that you’ve been hooked.”

“I sit here now, down by your toes,
To neither add nor take away your woes;
In fact, I really am a friend!
Although that’s said,
You should feel dread:
For some, this is the end.”

Enough! I thought,
My sleep I fought,
I swore to dream no more;
The Raven smiled like doom
As I fled the room,
Said “Remember! Evermore!”