Still sitting and still sitting, for years, and never quitting;

Perched upon Athena’s crown and gazing through a soul of coal.

“Have you got no need to eat, to move, nor any other act nor feat?

Anywhere but here! I beg you, please!” I’ve cried from deep within my soul.

Every glance at the wretched bird kindles hatred from deep within my soul,

For now I have a heart of coal.

The agony and pain have now turned to a grain

Of salt, for the bird is now my shadow, for evermore.

The ghost of Lenore haunting me in my corpse and taunting me,

Through the eyes of the fowl, always reliving memories of before.

I will never live in the present, always reliving memories of before.

The bird of night like a broken record with words of, “Nevermore.”

I now have no need to eat, to move, nor any other act nor feat,

Living each moment like a reoccurring death in the heart, leaving me to wonder:

I may as well be dead when living provides far more dread,

If ‘twas not for my love of Lenore, I would be six feet under.

If ‘twas not for my solemn oath, I would be six feet under,

Never committing another blunder.

Alas, it will have to be that I remain in the human world to see.

Like the bird in retrospect, I may commit cruelties to give others misery.

T'would be none other than acts of retaliation for mere amusement of my creation.

Why not differ this clock of life, turning those repeating events to history?

Why not start a smouldering fire in my soul, turning those repeating events to history,

With no devilish intentions, nor bewitchery?

Sorrow for the lost Lenore, for eternity, for evermore,

The rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore--gone forever.

“Gone,” I cry, “gone for as long as I shall live! Thus, I must endure.”

Wafting scents of nostalgic perfume; must I try to come to senses, must I endeavour?

Endless reminders, endless memories; must I try to come to senses, must I endeavour?

The day I respite will be never.

“Must you torment and agonize my soul? How much effort you have spent!”

Devil eyes yet fowl form for flying far; the raven stops to wonder on the solid stone statue.

Yet again, the air fills with a smell that leaves me chilled.

Has this been my first time to wonder if this might be a clue?

The bird lives on my pain from the loss of Lenore; I wonder if this might be a clue,

All the thoughts within me flew.

Instantly around I whirled, like a ballerina I twirled,

Could it be that I can rid this ghost haunting me through the years?

Except for the unspeakable thought of forgetting my love, for this I cannot.

The last thing I would do, would be to relieve the pain and tears,

For she shall haunt me forever, to which I cannot relieve the pain and tears,

I will never rid my fears.

These thoughts appear in my sleep, in my nightmares and in my dreams,

I will be freed if I forget, forget about the past and grief.

Oh, but how can I do this, abandon the person that I so miss?

If I do, if I really do, I will soon have relief,

I would receive a gift entailed with large cost, but I could soon have relief,

I sit and stare in disbelief.

Lenore was my one and only love and now I am lonely,

She shall rest peacefully up above, watching me through her angel eyes,

She shall not let me cry, or suffer so hard that I would die.

I will forget the love and loss, and she will forgive in the skies,

I will be free from the pain and torture, and she will forgive in the skies,

The resentful spirit within me finally dies.

The raven, on the statue, fell; it’s midnight corpse dead in hell.

The raven, now as active as a rock, will haunt me again—nevermore.

I live as a new person, free from terrors that will worsen,

My soul is released, full of glee and not trapped anymore,

I live life like a newborn child, full of glee and not trapped anymore.

Being imprisoned again—nevermore!