The Raven was righteous in his blackened macabre.
He was right as he cried "Nevermore!".
He knew my sorrow
He felt my plight.
With his glaring amber eyes and a battle cry; it would end tonight!
I knew he wanted me to fight.

Fight my demons!
Slaughter the hordes!
Storm the fortress!
Pillage the shores!

He tasted my victories...
Indulged in my defeat.
He never cowered, flustered, or screeched.
I knew he wanted me to fight.

Fight my demons!
Slaughter the hordes!
Storm the fortress!
Pillage the shores!

Demons came and I faught growing weary.
Horde upon horde, I slayed them all.
The fortress was conquered when the last stones fell.
I ravaged the shores for spoils and trinkets.

All the while, with unyielding eyes...
The raven, he waited.
Did he hope that I should die?
It was done, each trial, I finally made it through.
Now to face this menacing afreet.

His belly full of blood and rot.
His ego reigning victor of all he sought.
His soul delighting in every defeat.
While needing that victory to satiate the beast.

I came to him... I fell to my knees...
PLEADING... PLEADING... NEEDING to be FREE!
My cries were mere whispers, straining to speak.
I fought My Demons.
I slaughtered the Hordes.
I stormed the Fortress.
I pillaged the Shores.
You have what you wanted...
Now, shall I rest?
Free me from this hell at last!

Wearily I gazed at My Raven King on his throne.
His reply was one word and one word alone...
"NEVERMORE!"