It
was truly a bleak night. The storm was becoming too unbearable even for me to
tolerate. Feathers soaked from all the heavy rain, I beat my wings as fast as I
could until I found any sign of shelter. As I was running out of time, I
spotted a mansion below me. It was big, roomy, and quite possibly it had some
nooks or crannies for me to rest. I’m smarter than the average raven; I understand
human speech and I even know one word of human language, a word that I had
taken a liking to for some odd reason. Nevermore.
I
saw a light through the window, so I knew someone must’ve been home. Lightning cracked across the sky and I
figured this was my only chance to avoid the worst of the storm. As painful as
it was, I hit myself against the door, asking for an invitation to enter. After
a little bit of time, it opened and my interest piqued as a grievous human male
opened it. I was only interested since he kept talking to the darkness and then
to me once he saw me. Without hesitation, I flew into his regal home and
perched on a feminine bust. Hey, I may know a human word, but that doesn’t mean
I know human art or culture.
The
human male creeped me out. He kept talking to me. Normally, humans would ignore
me or try to chase me away (but I usually end up flying to some corner of the
house where I know they wouldn’t find me). However, this human was staring at
me and trying to communicate with me. This was getting really weird. I wasn’t
asking for much. I needed a place to stay for the night until I could get back
on my feet. Nothing more.
Anyway,
when I finally realized that he was talking and when I also realized I said,
“Nevermore,” he asked me if I was leaving. Of course, I was going to leave, not
right away, but I was. I wanted to tell him, “Yes, I will be, but only if this
blasted storm ends soon.” Unfortunately for the both of us, I said,
“Nevermore.” Great. He kept going off on that.
Then
this human asked me in his weirdly poetic speech about if he would forget this
“Lenore,” whoever she was. I was trying so hard to tell him that I knew nothing
of Lenore, but of course, the only word I said was “Nevermore.” I really pitied
this male until he decided to yell and get mad at me. It’s not like I had anything
to do with Lenore. He begged me for any knowledge of “balm in Gilead.” I didn’t
know if it had any deeper meaning since I didn’t understand whether or not it
was a reference. I responded with my one-word phrase, hoping that by some
miracle it translated as “I don’t understand the reference. Please restate the
question.”