The Raven

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Once upon a midnight...

Once upon a midnight...

dreary,

while I pondered

weak and weary...

Get off of...!

Over many

a quaint and curious

volume of forgotten

lore...

While I nodded,

nearly napping,

suddenly there

came a tapping...

Damn you all.

Why do I keep having

these dreams, Grandpa?

Hmm, nothing to worry,

Lenore.

Dreams, they're just that...

dreams.

- Who is this man? I am afraid of him.

- What man?

He's bald and lives

in a medieval town.

How did you meet him?

He comes to me

every night, Grandpa,

every single night.

Oh, I'm beginning

to understand.

He is a part

of your dreams, hmm?

What exactly does

he want from you?

I don't know but I was told

that I might have to kill him one day.

Who...

who told you that?

- Edgar.

- Oh, I see. Well...

as you know, Lenore,

Edgar Allan Poe

has been dead

for quite some time.

But he speaks to me

every night.

Once upon a midnight...

dreary,

while I pondered

weak...

and weary...

Maybe I should stop...

stop reading

these stories for you.

No, Grandpa,

please don't stop.

All right then,

let me explain to you.

This bald man that appears

in your dreams...

he is part of a story

that I read to you.

"The Mask

of the Red Death,"

do you remember that?

You think so?

I know so, Lenore.

I don't want

to kill him, Grandpa.

But you don't

have to, Lenore.

You don't have to.

Unless, of course,

you do it in your dreams.

You think I'm beginning

to mix up

fantasy with reality,

is that it?

- There you go.

- Anyway, I'm not afraid

because the raven will

always protect me.

Exactly.

So stop worrying, Lenore.

The raven is always

on your side.

And he's a very

powerful bird, right?

Oh yes.

He is very very

very powerful.

And I am Edgar's Lenore,

so nothing can ever hurt me.

Mm-hmm.

You've got that right, Lenore.

Nothing will ever hurt you.

That's where I saw him

last year.

He was sitting on top

of that gravestone.

But I've come back here every week

and I've never seen him again.

Oh, he will be back,

I'm sure of that.

Plus don't ever forget,

Lenore,

the raven,

he's everywhere.

Everywhere you think.

Everywhere

you dream.

Everywhere you go.

And by the time you're 25,

your childhood will be nothing

more than a distant dream.

The future is yours,

Lenore,

and all the light

you shall seek,

and all the darkness

you might encounter.

Okay, Lenore, um...

you know, I hate

to tell you this, but...

I'm just not getting

what I need from you

for this song.

I need to get...

I need to get the emotion

and the interpretation

out of this thing and I need

to lay it down,

and I need you to do this.

I'm going to try harder.

I've got something in my head, I just

don't know how to put it down yet.

Lenore, where are you?

We need you here.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry!

- Hey!

- Finally!

Where have you been?

- This is ridiculous.

- Always "Lenore, where are you?"

Let's go, great.

## Thank heaven!

The crisis ##

## The danger is past ##

## And the lingering

illness ##

## ls over at last ##

## And the fever

called living ##

## ls conquered

at last ##

## In the dead

of the night ##

## When the light was

extinguished ##

## He covered my soul ##

## And he prayed

to the angels ##

## To keep me from harm ##

## To the queen

of the angels ##

## To shield me

from harm ##

## In the dead

of the night ##

## Oooh ##

## Ooh ##

## I can't keep

on living ##

## In this world

of loneliness ##

## Your dreams hidden

in the shadows ##

## Leave me

only emptiness ##

## Ooh ##

## Ooh ##

## But my heart,

it is brighter ##

## Than the stars

in the sky ##

## For it sparkles

like diamonds ##

## And it glows

with the light ##

## Of the love

that is in me ##

## As I dream

of the light ##

## In the dead

of the night. ##

- Excellent.

- Absolutely great! Great job.

- Whoo!

- Wonderful!

Beautiful.

I had always believed

that the black bird

was my protector.

What Grandpa had been afraid

to tell me was

that the raven had

a very dark side.

Death to all.

Skinner is back.

I don't think this

all-girl band's gonna fly.

Yeah, too many lesbians.

She's a lesbian?

I thought she was in love

with that... that guy.

What's he do?

What's he do?

He's f***ing dead,

that's what he does.

Hey, check this out, man.

- Sh*t!

- That's probably

how she

killed Skinner.

I gotta pee.

...While I nodded,

nearly napping,

suddenly there came

a tapping...

As from someone rapping,

as from someone rapping,

rapping at my chamber door.

'Tis a visitor,'

I muttered...

'tapping at my chamber door.

Only this,

and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember

it was in the bleak December...

and each separate

dying ember

wrought it's shadow

on the floor.

Okay, girls, here's the bridge part.

So let's try this...

After Grandpa's passing,

I had stopped reading poetry

except for "The Raven,"

and I started writing

and composing,

trying to bridge the gap

between life and death.

By the age of 21,

I had become a singer

in an all-girls' band.

One, two, three,

it's as easy

as kill kill kill!

Lt's for you,

Mother Superior.

Thank you, Sister.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Lenore.

How are you, darling?

Oh, I'm sorry

to hear that.

Oh.

Oh, but of course.

Oh, I always have time for you.

And I was hoping

that the raven,

through his light

or his darkness,

would release me

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