• Ask the Raven

    A dark cold night, when I sat there free from fright
    I hear a knocking at my door,
    I wonder what I might sight.
    I open the door and see a Raven sitting allure.
    I asked the Raven his intention,
    I thought it might have been a good question.
    He answered with a shrill,
    “I’ll answer a question, but only one you see,
    so ask politely, and you might get the answer that be.”
    I stared at the Raven in utter delight,
    but was afraid he might take off in flight.
    So I asked the question as quick as a fly,
    “Tell me, oh Raven, when is it I will die?”
    The Raven looked at me in a confused stare,
    “Is this really the answer you want to hear?”
    “Yes oh Raven” said I in a quiet tone,
    “I’d like to know…because it is all I’ve ever wished to of known.”
    The Raven paused, then gave a quick squawk.
    “I shall tell you, but first here is a thought,
    Are you sure the answer you seek, wont be horrible, terrible, and bleak?”
    “I care not oh gloriouse Raven, because I wish to know, so please tell me Raven, tell me so.”
    The Raven answer with a deep monotone,
    “Your death will lye you, in pain with a groan. You will be impaled from the chest, without ever a thought. You will lay there, weaken, and wrought. And now you have the answer you sought.”
    And with that he dissapeared, gave a loud squawk, and thusly no longer to hear.
    I sat in wonder, about my death at hand, and now I wait, for his deadly command.