Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more.”
‘The Raven’ – Edgar Allan Poe
The clock struck midnight and through my sleeping I heard a tapping at my door. I looked but nothing lay in the darkness and so I turned inside once more. To my amazement there stood Mr. Bowie whose shadow hung above my door. Then through the silence he spoke that one word that I shall hear forever more. Nevermore.
Inspired by ‘Tales of Mystery and Imagination’ – The Alan Parsons Project