Quoth the Raven

"Nevermore!"

Tis a strange man, a strange man indeed. 
Dreary, quaint company he keeps.
Their eyes cast upon those about them, like burning, dying embers,
Peering, leering, shroud in black feathers.
Their silence unbroken, dense and heavy in the air.
Save for an unspoken murmur and raspy croak.
His soul burning brighter that an engorged forge.
Porcelain, flawless skin he bore,
Distinguished by his stately, ebony company.
Though, their expression bore similar grave, solemn countenance. 
The man's eyes bore a tender tempest within,
Mirroring cerulean storms crested with sea foam amidst loving storms.
With many a flirt and flutter,
Bird and man,
Off they turned and with obeisance ran,
Placid expression that he bore,
His footfalls fading as he took unto linking fancy unto fancy with a mean of lord,
Within a disturbed and ominous mind,
Devil crowned with angelic golden curls.
Horror haunted boy with soul of days of yore.
Youthful flitting, fancy long departed,
Replaced with shadows and rancid demons,
Images of the pallid ill and dying ransacked his thoughts without surcease.
Uttered upon thin, twisted lips, plastered upon his visage, 
"Nevermore, I say... Nevermore."

((In my defense, the cosmetic Raven's default name was Quoth... That lit my creative fire, I admit I'm a Poe fanboy and this is based off his works. Was inspired by The Raven to write about my character Raven.))