Ravens Mist – Xander by Night
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, oh so weary,
Feeling the raven’s mist on the moor—
I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Must be creatures from the moor "tapping at my chamber door—
“Only that and nothing more”.
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