This is my parody of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. This poem was difficult to write because of the very complex rhyme scheme and complex story line. I hope you enjoy it.


The Raven-Spinoff

As I pondered life quiet and still, at my back I felt one small chill

While I perused the will of my great grandfather above my chambers floor

Then almost like the roaring thunder I thought I felt my brain go under

And to my wonder I hear a strange noise ringing upon my chambers door

“Who disturbs my thoughts and peace,” I said with simple ease to my chambers door

Only this and nothing more

 

This noise I heard was stirring, what keeps this annoyance occurring

A noise so loud it racks the mind like in ways I’ve never felt before

In weariness it took a desperate act to keep my mind and soul intact

Needed exact strength to stop this noise as I just cannot ignore

This gentle rapping, this gentle rapping I just cannot ignore

            Only this vowel and nothing more

 

As I approached the noise at hand, my curiosity would now make a stand

To put to rest the annoying noise that I have learned to abhor

I opened the door to then find this noise had finally left me behind

With a feeling of rest ingrained in mind I could shut my chambers door

With a certainty that the noise was finally gone I shut my chambers door

            I prayed for the best and nothing more

 

As the shadows on walls grew thinner and I ate my cold and frigid dinner

I cannot forget the past I had that was filled with such “galore”

Suddenly the skies turned gray, the leadened clouds put on wondrous display

I cannot say these events aren’t past visions of internal war

Reading the will my great grandfather had brought back thoughts of internal war

            This was evident nothing more

 

The peace and quiet I had preferred but then a weary black bird

Came perching its problems plenty upon my chamber door

It struck me with its stoic gaze while it muttered to me the same banal phrase

“Your lying ways in treating your great grandfather have made my spite soar”

“Your lying ways in treating your great grandfather have made my spite soar”

            Quote the raven, nevermore

 

The birds words attacked my heart, was I responsible for taking part

In the careless defeat of a relative by attacking his core

“No”, I said now so free of lies, this admittance was of no disguise

The bird was wise and saw through all of my words filled with deceit and gore

With keen eyes as sharp as nails it could see all of my deceit and gore

            An omnipotent thing and nothing more

 

“Mistakes you’ve made that I have found; your case sits on no solid ground

No evidence to prove neglect for I’ve shown nothing but rapport”

The raven said shrill “Just take a look at your worn great grandfathers will

You can’t fulfill its terms because you showed no love during war

You killed your great grand father with poison in times of war

            It impaled me again and nothing more

 

The ravens words were in fact quite bold, the future was about to unfold

My heavy guilt for my revengeful past would place my soul upon the open shore

My lies would not be outdone I reached in the drawer and grabbed a gun

Oh what absolute fun I would have for I could not escape anymore

“The time has finally come to even the field,” the black raven tried to implore

“The time has finally come to even the field,” the black raven tried to implore

            Quote the raven, nevermore

 

My deceptive past I tried to stall but the black raven had brought me to my fall

I put the gun to my head for I was just about to finally explore

All the pain and cries that were inflicted on a man so restricted

Thanks to the afflicted man that had brought his final score

With eyes closed one pull he shot himself and fell the cold chambers floor

With eyes closed one pull he shot himself and fell the cold chambers floor

            Only this and nothing more

 

The bird looked at the token of a man dead battered and broken

Thinking of how his great grandfather was a person he used to implore

Now his body covered in dark red and the life force now seen as dead

With the darkened road ahead the raven stretched its wings towards the shore

The black bird flies free to find a new person for it to implore

The black bird flies free to find a new person for it to implore    

Thus ends the tale, nevermore





Poetry by Coolaaron88 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-05-26 at 18:26

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Neil Chalcraft
Brilliant!,
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe is my favourite poem and you have really captured the rhythmic sense and feel of the original, great effort, well done

Language: 5
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2007-06-19