[ WP ] Deep into that darkness peering , long I stood there , wondering , fearing , doubting , dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before ... and then ...

The silence held fast. Circling me and surrounding me in it's grey miasma. Down the corridor there was naught but stillness save a word whispered as though the wind itself gave voice. It's subtle tongue made the sound for me alone, for it was I who longed for the wondrous being of which the name gave life. Her name. 
 
 Lenore. 
 
 I whispered back and was replied by an echo, teasing and taunting me with her memory that haunted me so, on this dark eve. 
 
 Lenore. 
 
 This alone was our conversation. The ghostly wind and I could only recall the lady fair with which I longed for so greatly. I turned from the door, within my soul burned for her touch again. And again the tapping, louder hence nearer. It could only be coming from my window lattice and with all my might I approached the sound with fear and fortune in my heart. 
 
 With hands shaking I flew open the window and saw a raven upon my sill. The quaint beast made no acquaintance before hopping within my abode and proceeded to perch upon a bust of Pallas, above my chamber door. There he sat, his silence enveloping him in an aire of mystery. 
 
 I could not contain my amusement at such an obnoxious creature and joked to him, `` Tell me what thy lordly name is.'' Expecting no more of a reply, as though I has spoken to a wall I gave him no heed, whence from his beak left a word. 
 
 Nevermore.
