Once upon a midnight dreary
my Heart stopped for a second
And I traversed in time, but it wasn't realtime
It was pretend time,
and I didn't know the difference

A dream enveloped me
and dreams seem unconcerned with time
yet the dream said it could develop me
into what it called a new Rennaissance
which made no sense to me

I looked the Raven into it's eyes
and my Heart replied unto it's cries
and I said "It's been told of yore
that the Raven shall cry for nevermore"

The Raven, being pure of heart, changed into a Dove
and spoke to me of Love