Nevermore A tribute to Poe, using my own demons as inspiration Once upon a midday hour, I stood peering, leering from my tower, out to the sea as it sang to me its song of quiet power. And while my mind went wondering the sky above went thundering while all the world was sundering as we await the final hour. While peering, leering, from my tower I could see straight to the sea, folding and molding the shoreline it scoured. Waves speak of things I do not know, and all that they refuse to show, secrets sway in the undertow. In my tower I stood fearing, knowing that my time was nearing, still I lacked the light to see all the world had to offer me. With the seafoam calmly waving, with the ocean madly raving, with the tower needing saving, before it crumbled and tumbled, before I stumbled, into the arms of the sea. Right underneath the waves did seethe, rolling and strolling all over the shore, whispering the words “Nevermore”.