“The Raven” Revised
came a night when all was bleak,
engrossed upon marking papers, all to my critique,
there came a curious knock upon my chamber door,
I took no notice, for I chose to ignore.
was persistent, however, the rapping upon my chamber door,
priorities were straight, my focus absolute;
tapping upon my door was insignificant and nothing more.
quill glided in the dim candlelight and cold;
dark eyes stoic, withholding secrets untold;
were heroic, oh, none at all;
were reckless, selfish, the few I dare recall.
the anguish was too great, the grief infinite;
was not a drought to sedate it, to ease the pain of the lost Lenore;
would suffer, forevermore.
was there, stark white, the one hope to my delight;
delicate petals blow in unknown winds, a soft sigh in the air;
the moonlight it stood, the lily flower of Lenore,
beauty of it was too intense for my dark eyes, mirror of the maiden
I would look upon, nevermore.
knocking upon my chamber door awoke me from my daze,
I saw was through a shroud of blinding haze;
could not penetrate it, the mist succumbing all;
thudding grew louder, my quill paused upon the parchment, enthralled.
a trance I strode to the door, swinging wide; —
laid a lily flower, at the foot of my chamber door;
this one thing, and nothing more.
Potter (JKR) Character Severus Snape