Variations on Raven's Theme by Poe

"So wait a minute. What you're saying is that you want us to put water on the crops."

~ Idiocracy

Once upon a midnight,

weary from the night's events,

I nodded, nearly napping,

as your footsteps tapping

came closer, through the chamber door.

'Lady Raven,'

I heard myself called

through the veil of Time,

so many of their ghosts

now strewn across the floor.

With many a flirt and flutter

you knelt upon the floor's dead clutter,

a modern saint unlike the days of yore.

A film began in front of me,

divining prophet, a demon's dreaming,

'dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.'

My heart was still a moment

as this new mystery I explored,

a desolate, horror haunted world

unfolded before my very eyes.

"Prophet!" I cried, as tears filled my troubled eyes,

"Get thee back!

Thing of evil, leave this home now horror haunted!"

The vision that had filled my eyes,

a black plume trailing from the future,

instead became a rope

clung to in hope,

its horrors unfolding like a prophecy,

unbanishable as a tempest.

As I think back on that vision,

your presence then at my side,

I ponder, weak and weary,

vainly through the layers of sorrow,

if you remember that night now with woe.