It is a piece of work I had done in an online class on writing. It was the starting point for all my last post thinking.
The
Raven – Edgar Allan Poe
I have been seen on battlefields. Feeding from the dead. It lead the living to think I have mystical abilities. I sometimes have my own doubts. Can I really lead the souls to the afterlife? Many people still believe in this, even today. I find that belief comforting, today even more.
With time, I met so many people. Old, young, famous, unknown, rich, poor. Death knows no boundary. I can’t say nothing more.
Once upon a midnight dreary, I met with someone. You may know his name. He spread both our names to fame. We both became immortal, imprinted in the collective mind. Forever.
Those who know respect my duty. Even with my fame, I am there. Always ready to spread the word: Nevermore. No more the deceased will live among the living. No more the soul be able to touch the warm flesh. Nevermore the contact between living and dead. Nevermore.
I may be considered evil. I may be a demon. I am accused to not have a heart, being devoid of sympathy. No need to call for a higher power. I follow the cycle of nature. For me, there is no heaven, no underworld. I am aware of the sorrow. I want people to be aware. The decease won’t come back. Nevermore.
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