A raven parody: Lenore part one

Once upon a fatal night, filled with monsters and hidden fright,
Feeling nothing forever more,
Breath escaped, with fear I gaped,
Sudden chills, chills so cold, brought by the creature by my side, the creature by my side,
Simply this and nothing implied,

Hoping for a simple breath, to end this nightmarish death,
For life to come and love to mend, evermore,
Desperately wishing for a chance, to have this fitful night to advance,
If only I heed the warning, for I miss my poor bestowed, oh the hurting,
Never seeing, ever cold, to keep me from my loves calls,
Nothing like this ever recalls,

Shivering here in quiet darkness, slowly slipping into this bleakness,
I heard a calling, creating a heart sore,
Quickly my eyes open, foreseeing a bad omen,
What could want or need me at this time of pain,
Only one but I choose to settle in vain,
Only this and nothing pertain,

Quickly my soul sought refuge; simply I could take it no more, my heart a deluge,
Who ever it was must heed my pain, for this drove me insane, ever more
Seeking help but with no luck, leaving me dumbstruck,
Helpless as time, slowly perishing, slowly with this creature by my side,
Simply this and nothing bide,

This creature stopped the tormenting; finally blessing,
But ever doubting for a cure,
For the searing pain stayed intact, I never thought it would come to this, in fact,
But still I fought to make my impact, for I could still hear my loves voice cracked,
Finally the pain conceded, life even more near sighted,
"Oh what have you been waiting for?" This I merely chanted,

Yet no answer came from this, my body a mangled mess,
Slowly I bleed upon the bearskin floor,
My life passing before my eyes, mocking me with cried goodbyes,
I listened for its breathing, sent my dying heart a beating,
Letting its infernal breath stop if I decide to give in,
Why is it me lying here, dying on this bloody bearskin?

Closer than close it was, nothing could describe the flaws
This thing, the creature standing beside me dying, but was ignored,
Made the kindest gesture made tonight, against my feeble fight,
As it perched above my head, atop this blood soaked bearskin floor,
It was the perfection of death on my floor,
Just the reaper and nothing more,

Standing there mocking me, smiling so awfully,
The moon glinted of his scythe, while he watched me writhe, all this pain I silently bore,
I know you to be sneer, showing me my deepest fear,
Why Mr. Grim, why do your reap taking these poor souls, was it to extol?
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenora, forever more"

Nearly dead I thought insanely, but I understood him plainly,
Little questions become ignored, little relevancy, but what is more
I could not agree to go with him, to a land full of hell and all is dim,
For no human could have seen the reaper at their side,
The release will soon be here, the pain never more,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

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