lowly do i sit the night lay dormant as i muse the thoughts of lives passed and reason with forgotten lore remembering within these halls the curves around your face beauty lost apparition haunting me dancing in the pale moonlight such silence profound in the night until a raven s cry shatters repose in the cold of winter nights my hands are splintered from the beating of my fists upon the bloodied floors a sanctuary lost within these hallowed halls such emptiness abound silence deafening to ears but what s this pounding on my chamber door as if striking a hammer to bones is this the tone of my taker as i count the days and nights watching shadows pass before my eyes years begin to crawl and i shall hear your voice cry forevermore and as this silence evolves with each heartbeat that echoes its fears and in these halls i shall hear your voice scream forevermore and as the shadows grow long within the light that now fades in the mist and in halls i shall remain in darkness forevermore confined in abysmal time showing no signs of release detained in horrific eyes piercing with a gaze of remorse but there he rides on the winds of this gloom and there he howls with an unearthly wail that shakes me i sit and try to gasp for air my chest is tight from apprehension from this beast that dares to perch and mock my woes repeating shrieks of nevermore this wretched hound abounds and vexes me peering into my soul with hate like hell fires spawned behind his gates is he the one that will take me away to lay among the worms as i sit and stare the pounding palpitates the pulse of blood that s frozen through my veins like lifeless corpse in rest this raven s daunting prophecies have sparked a revelation in my mind that all of this my purgatory shall repeat until i m under stone and still this creature insists that he crows his demoniacal sight as i count the days and nights watching shadows pass before my eyes years begin to crawl and i shall hear your voice cry forevermore and as this silence evolves with each heartbeat that echoes its fears and in these halls i shall hear your voice scream forevermore confined in abysmal time showing no signs of release detained in horrific eyes piercing with a gaze of remorse but there he rides on the winds of this gloom and there he howls