Tell your own version similiar to the famed poem 'The Raven'
One dreary night, while I pondered weak and weary,
I heard a tapping, tapping, ever so eerie,
A sound so unsettling, it filled me with dread,
As I wearily sat up on my cold, creaky bed.
I tiptoed to the window, to see what was the matter,
And there, perched upon a tree, was a raven, all a-flutter,
Its eyes, like fiery coals, pierced through the dark,
And its cawing filled me with a sense of stark.
"Nevermore," it croaked, with a chilling tone,
As I stood there frozen, feeling so alone,
It spoke of sorrow, of loss, and of despair,
And I could feel its presence, heavy in the air.
I tried to shoo it away, to banish it from my sight,
But the raven stayed perched, refusing to take flight,
It haunted my dreams, it followed me everywhere,
A constant reminder of my darkest despair.
And now, as I sit, in the stillness of the night,
I can still hear its cawing, a never-ending plight,
The raven, a symbol of my innermost fears,
A reminder that sorrow, like the raven, never disappears.