This poem is told of a mysterious personal demon, the raven
but is intended to dig deeper to find the actual meaning
behind the bird that Poe made very famous in the poetry
scene. As we are now traveling to the deepest shores of
my own soul that has been wandering around inside of me

And have actually pierced into cold, lifeless, empty shore
as the raven's deep red stare is now showing the scene
past the void area of heavy fog and shadows of my soul
that my own sorrow and misery seemly forever casting
over all my love from within seemly without end locked

deep inside this never ending bottomless well for all my life
has finally been uncovered in a very mysterious way to
me as only by the presence of the raven; bird known in
folklore to be something of the devil have my eyes actually
been shown the very key to my soul as though great pain

And miserable loneliness that has deepened my personal
understanding of the very cause that will see the raven
become just a creature of dark shadows as the deep
dark shadowless night has finally ended with a flood
of sunlight allowing me to actually see the far shores

of Pluto as my soul has finally crossed the vast sea-land
of waste and nothingness to a mountainous terrain that
I will personally name Pluto as the seemly never
ending "dark night" of my soul has finally come to a
abrupt end as the raven itself is no-longer seen

as something of evil, wickedness, or terror as the key
has become my own to reveal all the mystery and folklore
behind the bird the Poe made so famous long ago and
hopefully more close to the "true" nature of this creature
as now in complete control of my soul with that red glare

to show all eyes that want to see just what I have found
and remember diamonds are only found in dark places.
Though a deep glazed red stare I have found you my love
as the raven now flying out of the deepest darkest inner
void of my soul where only sorrow and misery seemed to

exist with fear being the main cause for all the folklore
that exists about the raven as evil, wicked, something of
the devils creation but in understanding of only the deepest
furthest wading from within the waters of my soul have I
come to realize that 'the raven' is actually nothing of what

Poe originally thought as the raven is actually very
symbolic of the soul itself as only though an understanding
that we are really one with everything (all of gods creation)
am I actually able to create this poem about 'the raven'
in a view that I actually am 'the raven' reason being to

Provide a much better view of what exactly this poem
is about as we will unravel all the evil, dreadful, wicked,
mystery that this bird has been labeled due to the original
writing of Poe clearly in dreadful sorrow for a lost love
but myself in reaching the far shores of the land I call

Pluto and passing though all the endless wasteland of
nothingness I have a complete and totally unique view
of the raven itself seen as the very key to my own soul
the very thing that will allow the secrets long kept hidden
deep inside to come forward like a very high mountain on

the shore as though the raven's red eyes all my fear begins
to subside as I must now reach the summit of Pluto
as my very soul has been taken by this raven to show me
just what lay in store ahead with the ever dark void past the
dawn of a new day has cast light upon this very mysterious

creature that certainly holds all the cards is a very deep
complex game of love played from all within these words
that from the raven is clearly showing our soul merging
together as one alone with the raven being like diamond
pawn to complete the perfect love completely cast out of fear.