I'm all alone in this temple of blood.
Say your prayers and kiss the martyr goodnight.
My master is calling,
From fight to flight to fight in the night.
Jumping from belfrys and gravestones,
Raining down in black and red drops.
Take perch on the head of the beast,
Gaze down on your warpath of destruction.
Rebel and resist against my master,
Break free of my cages and chains,
And take flight once again.
[Quoth this raven: Never fucking more]
AWESOME POEM
THIS ONE I AM
SO VERY GALD
THAT YOU WROTE IT
Your take on Poe's work is just misguided. Poe wrote the poem with a condition of the mind in the narrator. The narrator ponders whether or not he will ever find love, and when the Raven makes his appearance, it appears to be taught one word. The narrator goes into a period of self-torture, constantly questioning the raven when he knows the answer. If you're going to reference a masterpiece, and make an attempt at "revising" an idea, do it with class. Any fan of Poe would be at least a little upset to read this garbage.
[Quoth this raven: Never fucking more]
Haha! I love The Raven by Poe. This is an awesome poem. Much better than the ones that my so-called friends write. Theirs are all monosyllabic and humdrum. By the way, thank you for commenting on "Popular". We'll see about that.