• In my room thinking of tonight, tired of the daily verbal fight.

    Sitting among all my journals of ancient pain-
    Bored, close to slumber, all of a sudden there came a crashing
    As if my mom lost bingo and went a rushing at my door 'cause she is insane-
    "I didn't do it, mother," I squealed, "So stop crashing at my door, are you insane?"-
    Then Silence and everything was plain...

    It is still a cold boring week of early November;
    And each separate dying ash drops upon the floor
    Eagerly I wished for tomorrow;- For it'll be Monday and my friends will end my sorrow
    But now all my journal entries bore me with memories of my lost, Kayla, my love
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Kayla and gave the beauty of a dove
    But she is three thousand miles away from my bedroom door
    Left me here alone for evermore.

    Then came a burstin' rattling the curtain
    Filled with great fear that filled every night before of a great whippin'
    To quickly end the terror of my heart which is hastily beating I stood and said,
    "Mom, what did I do to urge you to bash against my bedroom door-
    It's too late for punishment and your hurting my door;-
    Stop it you South American whore."


    My bravery grown in ten folds; no more hesitating for any longer,
    "Mother," growled I, "I love you, but right now your being a sore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so madly you came crashing
    So rudely you came a smashing, bashing at my bedroom door,
    So stop being a whore 'cause I surely heard you"- then I opened my bedroom door;-
    Darkness and TV sounds and nothing more.

    Deep into that hallway seeking, long stood there thinking,
    Fearing
    Wondering, thinking thoughts most abused and ignored teens paranoid of life would think when they were at their doors;
    But out of the TV noise came a voice, which sounded like sweet vanilla
    I whispered, "Kayla"
    But only a echo shouted back with my rash voice, "Kayla!"
    Only the wind and nothing more

    Turned around and went in my room with a great feeling of lost and abandonment
    In my bed, again, heard a tapping wilder then before
    "Mother," shouted I, "you'll break the window. Then, in front of your man you'll show cowardice;
    Can't we talk about your problem, and your pain we will explore-
    Just calm down and your anguish will be nothing but a spot on the floor;-
    It's just money problems and nothing more!"

    I turned and open the window and peered out to the lawn, basically a gutter
    In flew a bat of venerable age or more
    Not even paying attention to me; just flew right past me
    But with an aristocrat like manner, he hung so elegantly upside down the knob on my bedroom door.
    Hung, and scratch, and not much more.

    This meet with this jet devil kin turned my face from frowning to a smiling,
    Only 'cause its funny face and yawn that reminds me of my past feelings of gore,
    "Though your dark and scary, you," muttered I, "are not as scary and ironic as a raven,
    Ghoulish smirk and ancient craven', must of brought you from the night to rest on my door-
    Tell me the name of the poor sap on the Devil's shore!"
    The Bat screeched "Nevermore"

    I sat in shock in response of the unattractive voice and words that meaning was so-
    plainly,
    Plainly meant for me- but at least I wasn't alone with that whore;
    Many people never been as lucky to see a bat hanging from their bedroom doorknob-
    and to have it keep them company through terror and horror-
    Rat or bat resting on my doorknob on my bedroom door,
    Who continually screeches "Nevermore."

    That's all it said, nevermore, that's it, that word by itself and only
    As if its only quest in knowledge was to speak one word in English to which he constantly out pour.
    No more did he belched and uttered- not a wing he fluttered-
    Scary silence forced me to muttered "All my friends flown away before-
    Like them he will leave me, as my friends did and do some more."
    Then the rodent wailed "Nevermore."

    Amazed and startled by the reply so well spoken,
    "For sure," I thought, "its just repeating a word said by a hobo whom rest by its shelter,
    He probably kept on repeating till in the bat's brain, the word, was bore-
    Till all hope was lost in the bats soul as in mine do to the ungrateful boars
    Of 'Never-nevermore.'"

    But still my chronic frowning is changed by the bat into a serene smiling,
    I sat on the floor in front of my bedroom door;
    Then, upon sitting, my imagination began to flutter as my mind began to start-
    wondering
    Why was this grim, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous rodent of strange yore
    Meant in screeching "Nevermore."

    This I sat and thought about, but all guesses were depressing
    To the amazing rodent whose crimson gaze of his burning eyes burned into my chest's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head in my hands sighing
    On the hand which wrist is in pain from an event from before,
    But from when and how it hurt from that wonderful night that was before,
    Will I ever know, ah, nevermore!


    Then smoke appeared from the darkness of my mind followed by a scent of jasmine from
    an unseen incense holder
    Held by imps whose wings beat heavily to keep their feet from the floor.
    "Tyrant," I cried, "Dispater has sent thee-
    By these imps he has sent thee
    Respite-respite and cure me from my memories of Kayla, mi amour.
    Dispater, oh devil, cure this in me and let me forget my lost Kayla, mi amour!"
    Wailed the Bat "Nevermore."


    "Quasit!" said I, "thing of evil! - Quasit still, if bat or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or
    just put here by my mother, that boar.
    How dare you invade my desert island-
    Invade my home by terror and horror haunted- tell me, I demand the truth you satanic sore
    Is there- is there a way to raise the dead?- Tell me- tell me, you satanic sore!"
    Squeaked the Bat "Nevermore."


    "Quasit!" said I, "thing of the dark! - Quasit still, is bat or devil!
    By the skies above us- by the Lord that scares us while we both sit by my bedroom door-
    Tell this fiend with a soul full of sorrow, within my life's distance, is it worth savin',
    Will I again put my arms around her, the one the angels named Kayla, mi amour-
    Make love to the one and only good in the night named so gracefully as Kayla, my hearts core."
    Cried the Bat "Nevermore."


    "I'm done with your eyes darting, Bat or quasit!" I growled, reached to retrieve it and end up falling into my closet-
    "Go back into the darkness and back to the Devil's shore!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - Fly off my knob upon my bedroom door!
    Take your fangs out of my heart, and take your self out of my knob on my door!"
    Screeched the Bat "Nevermore."


    And the Bat, never flinching, still hanging, STILL hanging
    On the knob attached to my worn bedroom door;
    And his eyes have all the qualities of a devil's that is scheming,
    And moonlight over hells shore throws his shadow on the door;
    And my feeling of loneliness that haunts my soul comes from this shadow that lies on the door

    Melancholy lifted from my soul--- nevermore!


    The end....