My name is Corvus
That's not what he heard when I spoke.
He heard something else.
I tapped at his window and door, and I know he heard.
I came to warn him, to prepare him, because I knew that he was not long for this world.
I spoke and told him my name but the only word he heard was "Nevermore".
That was ironic.
He spoke of "Lenore", but his voice was quiet.
Was that his lost love, I was not sure.
I tried to tell him to say his goodbyes and make his peace with those who were close to him.
But he complained at my tapping, and could only think of his lost "Lenore" and he sank into a morose darkness.
He would soon be in a bed of velvet deep down with family who had passed before.
He would not listen to me.
I said "I am Corvus, Prepare yourself for your final farewell"
He heard "Nevermore" and answered "Lenore"
My time was short, there were more to prepare.
That is the lot of the Corvus.
I left.
I would never see him again in this world, nevermore.
And that is all he heard from me.
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Comments (8)
Mike have you already written something similar? It just felt so familiar
☺️👏 The tapping reminded me of the window in Wuthering Heights. 😊
Love it! Poe is one of my all-time favorites. Great homage
This is wonderful, Mike!
Love the story
Haha, love it. Larkin and Poe, the singing sisters who do a lot of old blues covers named their act after finding out Poe was their great, great somebody. Larkin is a name. I have been to Poe's doorsteps in Baltimore MD back in the early 80's partying. You have an ingenious sense of humour Sir MikeyD.
Loved this! Great take on Poe,
Quite Edgar Allen Poe of you and this piece of writing. Nevermore, nevermore as the raven says. Good work.