This one only bears explaining for those who aren't familiar with my own imagery. Ask, if you really want to know.
And I - I am the raven
That rare and radiant maiden
Emboldened by the shadows
Of the night's forgotten lore
Be silent, ancient craven!
For thou with lies are laden
I am not now thy maiden
And will be nevermore
My soul is now forsaken
to he who's tamed the raven
And reaches 'cross the shadows
To recall the long-lost lore
For I - I am the raven
That midnight-tressed maiden
Begone, ye ancient craven!
Beset me nevermore!
No more send fair lords laden
With gifts for maid and maiden
She loves no more thy shadows
Will hear not now thy lore
Her soul by one is taken
The lay of night forsaken
This rare and radiant maiden
Is claimed forevermore.
NsB 03-09-02
"Edgar Allen"
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