Nevermore (An Edgar Allen Poe Tribute)

[INTRO] “The night is never silent… and every shadow writes its tale…” [VERSE 1] Whispered winds in midnight black, hear the rapping at my door, Echoes twist through halls of madness, shadows writhe upon the floor. Specters dance in dying lamplight, flickers faint—then lost to gloom, Tell me, is it grief or phantoms breathing whispers in the room? Heartbeats hammer hollow chambers—vaulted ribs, a caged refrain, Like the Tell-Tale ticking terror clawing deep inside my brain. Daggered words drip red as ravens, tapping, tapping, taunting fate, Every verse a midnight sermon, scribed in sorrow, sealed in hate. [HOOK] Nevermore, nevermore, hear the voices call— From the depths, from the dark, from beyond the pall. Nevermore, nevermore, let the echoes wane, What is death, but a dream, in a mind insane? [VERSE 2] Masked in crimson, lurks the Reaper—hear him laughing in the din, Masque of Death, a grand illusion—none escape the fate within. Sip the poison, taste the omen, absinthe-drowned in pallid dread, Lenore’s breath still haunts my verses, yet the sheets lie cold and dead. I’ve entombed my heart in iron, bricked behind these cursed walls, Montresor’s toast to vengeance lingers deep within my halls. Madness hums like midnight dirges, sanity is but a thread, Shall I wake—or was I buried long before they called me dead? [HOOK] Nevermore, nevermore, hear the voices call— From the depths, from the dark, from beyond the pall. Nevermore, nevermore, let the echoes wane, What is death, but a dream, in a mind insane? [OUTRO] Let the black wings span the heavens, let the candle choke on air, What is left of love and longing, but the burden of despair? Shall I rise, or rot in silence—scratched in verses on the floor? No—my fate is sealed in echoes, whispering... Nevermore.