"Nevermore"

Upon the breast of crimson heaven,
as daylight be slowly forsaken.
Where only night dare threaten,
and light makes to hasten,
'fore the stars awaken.
'tween gray clouds lined with gold,
as Nyx's velvet robe unfold,
In songs and ballads old,
Of enchanted stories told
never flew a creature,darker or bold.
Took she,fancy of my sight,
(Oh ,stately messenger of plight !)
Soared down in rosy light.
Her plumes black as midnight
whispering tales of dark delight
In a whim she chose to alight,
Upon my broken door
Perched she 'ere for a score.
How long,I warrant be sure
still as a statue,a lifetime or more.
And as did my mind restore,
a certain "Raven" of Sir.Allen's lore,
whispered I to her "Lenore",
"Would thou be my Lenore?"
"From my dreams, did thou soar?"
Pearly black eyes she wore,
fiery gaze burned into my spirit's core.
Stumbled I, towards the burdened door.
"Pray, tell us then,why doth my heart feel sore?"
Sputtered I,
"Art thou, the Devil's Spore?"
Passions triggered,Silence shattered,
Feathers quivered,wings fluttered,
Talons clattered,eyes glowered,
(twin lamps flickered)
for an instant she teetered,
took to wing as I faltered,
flew o'er me as I muttered,
flew o'er me as I shuddered,
flew o'er me till i saw her no more.
And as darkness began to pour,
I stood alone,broken and rancor,
Thoughts fouled by the taste of gore
sour memories of my own "Lenore".
Questions echoed "What if and wherefore?"
And the winds....nay,
the winds of change sighed
"NEVERMORE".....