Lenore, the wind whispers your name
Lenore, its echoing in my head
Lenore, I miss you my Lenore

How distinctly I remember, that cold day in December,
when each fires’ dying ember, cast its long shadow on the floor…

As I sat nearly napping, I thought I heard a tapping
is that someone gently rapping, at my chamber door?
Thinking to put it past me, my mind expanded vastly,
I recovered my sanity lastly, over the loss of my dearest Lenore…

A movement in the sky, seen from the corner of my eye
One black plume is a token, of words left unspoken
She’s gone forevermore, my angel, Lenore

The floodgates of memory open, recalling how my heart was broken,
surrounded by many a token, the memories crash on my mind’s shore
With each movement of the curtain, my consciousness is less certain,
but of one thing I am certain, I heard whisperings of the name Lenore…

The tempest rages on, on and on towards an unseen destination
From the night’s plutonian shores, reveling in an emancipation
Entering unwelcome, wanton and craven
Silent but for one phrase, harbinger the Raven!

Nevermore, shall I see dear Lenore
I forswore, agonizing on the floor
Days of yore, they’re gone my love forevermore
Dear Lenore, quoth the Raven, nevermore