Once upon a fall's night gleaming, five were born to wicked scheming,
'Neath a distant eye, demeaning, of a bird who darkness wore:
The catch, the crack, the cats, the charmer - her tongue at once both claw and armour -
T'was she who wondered whether ever such a clutch had come before.
With glittered grin she pondered if again would come what had before:
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'
'Neath a distant eye, demeaning, of a bird who darkness wore:
The catch, the crack, the cats, the charmer - her tongue at once both claw and armour -
T'was she who wondered whether ever such a clutch had come before.
With glittered grin she pondered if again would come what had before:
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'