Poe's Raven Revisited
Highlighted / Italic stanza's are excerpts from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
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 visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
From X Generation to all Baby Boomers,
You should all know by now,
Not to listen to rumors!
It would take a command,
From the highest of Heavens,
Before we would trade our beloved…
… Lee Evans.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
But please keep in mind that no one is safe,
From the flurry of bullets
from the front office strafe,
And if a square peg,
won't fit in our round hole…
The Buffalo Bills have only one goal!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Now our Lee has moved on,
He has found a new haven,
Becoming the newest…
As I reflect on the words,
by E. Allen Poe,
who urged that Raven to leave,
but the Raven won't go.
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
while our futures do taunt,
What mistakes of our past
are the future's new haunts,
I feel a cold icy shiver that goes straight to my core,
as I imagine the Bills playing at Baltimore.
Good luck Lee Evans. It was a pleasure to watch you play on our team.
You'll be missed.