And so the Raven came by night,
taking the key to Edgar’s heart far away,
to drop it into the deepest chasm could be found,
forever irretrievable.
Too long had it been hanging there,
out in the open,
for all the world to see,
for all the world to take,
to use.
Not a soul thought it worth their trouble to find what it could unlock,
and now it’s too late.
But for Poe,
it had been that Raven,
the key to his immortality even unto death that still from the chasm comes the blackened bird’s frightfilled-demon scream:
“Nevermore! Nevermore!”