While the old man napped, I came on his windowsill giving it a tap, 

Looking upon the great library, wondering what he could be doing at this time of hour,

The flames of the firepit grew of red, orange, yellow colors,

The man muttered something, unintelligible to hear, his grand shadow towered beside his chair

I tapped once more, making it louder, the man groaned giving the window a glare.

I went back, hearing his footsteps coming to the door, hoping he’d invite me in, to give him a scare. 

The man opened the door, filling the darken hallway with fractions of red, yellow, and orange light,

Suddenly he whispered “Lenore!” to the face of nothing, just a silence from the night 

To play with him I whispered back ”Lenore!” to see his response, 

But to my surprise, he said nothing back, possibly thinking he wasn't right 

He shut the door, almost making me giggle in delight, my soul suddenly filling with excite. 

I came onto the windowsill once more, giving a louder tap, the flames making my eyes bright. 

He came again and opened the window, his face looking tired, I came through, my wings a flutter

There I was, a raven of saintly days of yore, 

After minutes of being in the cold I had to been a bit rude, 

He shut the shutters, and looked at me, his face filling with adore,

There I flew upon a bust of Pallas, landing on Athena looking back at the man into his core,

He then smiled, grateful for my presence looking at my grumpy face that face, that I had wore. 

He asked where I came from, looking up into my eyes, which was burning with embers far and bright,

Nightly Shore was what he thought, the Night’s Plutonian Shore is where he thought a raven was stored,

I simply quoted him back with the words “Nevermore”

I smiled at his confusion, with my words, he sat and thought while he explored,

He got up again, walking back and forth, questioning of what this Raven hoard

Only this, and nothing more. 

He looked at me again, wondering where a Raven such as myself could be,

With a bird as myself with a reply, possibly making a decree,

I knew many words, but to him saying nevermore was more enjoyable 

He started muttering that I’ll be his last visitvist, I’ll by leave tommrow, being his only trustee,

Then I said again to mess with him, “Nevermore” as if it were a plea, 

Then he questioned of my master, an unhappy man whom an unmerciful disasterdisater. 

He smiled at me again, aroused of my mysteriousness looking straight into my soul trying to conquer it,

Straight he wheeled a cushioned seat, lookingloooking at me once more smiling still undefeat,

Following his eyes which looked me up and down, thinking as if he were creating a masterpiece,

I started to get bored, that this man was still sitting, figuring me out but I also thought was sweet, 

There came again the guessing, sent from God, or sent from his Lenore; his lovely treat, 

Something surprising gave from his thoughts, I sent from thee a devil, so bittersweet.

Shouting, after shouting is what came next, he must be crazy, drunk, or even sick,

He shouted at me to get off his Pallas and go back to the tempest, into the Night’s Plutaonian Shore,

I ignored him, still a sitting, back again mentioning his Lenore oh how much that angered that me — I wasn’t his preciouspreacious beloved 

Though I gainedganied satisfaction from his fiery war,

And there again I said “Nevermore” watching him tear before me,

I sat there, body warm from the fireplace, my eyes growing even more with fire inside of me.