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This is like a song fic I guess, only instead of a song, it has poetry. So, uhh, try to read it and review. I guess.

'thinking'

"speaking"

narrator and actions

poem

Its not very good, but here goes....

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

It was a dark, late night in Jump City. Most people would be asleep, but that is not where our story is. Our story begins with a boy, a rather morbid boy, with skin the shade of grass. He, like most people in our fair city, was lying in bed, but instead of just gently sleeping, he was thinking. Thinking rather hard, a habit he was not use to, of a certain someone. A someone nameless in the face of the world. Tired of his mindless thinking, he picked up a comic book and began to skim it. It was a quite interesting comic but he could not get his thoughts on it, he was still to busy thinking. Just as the poor, depressed boy was about to doze off, he heard a slight knocking on his door. ' Who the hell is awake at this time of night?' he thought to himself.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

It was extremely cold in the tower that he lived in. Being too cold to get up at the moment, he just merely sat up in his top bunk. Again, his thoughts began to haunt him. Chilling thoughts that made his hands tremble. It was ironic, in a sense, that this boy, a rather 'happy-go-lucky', could come up with such depressing thoughts. Yet still again, his thought rounded around a loss love of his. 'Love? No it was not love. Friendship? Yes, it was merely friendship.' He pondered to himself. He sat up, still, and wished for it to be morning, for him to be healed of his sorrow for his loss of Terra, who was loss to him, and hated, forever.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

He came out of his brief visit towards insanity, and took a good look at his room. 'Damn, messy, pigsty.' He thought, and at that moment he realized how depressing his life could be sometimes. It was then that he remembered the knocking on his door. "Why the hell, would anyone knock on my door so late? Damn insomnia."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

He began to feel lonesome as his voice echoed through out the depressing room. He started to make his way towards the door. "Cy?" he asked, "Or Rob, or Star? Sorry, but I was sleeping, and you could knock just a little louder next time. I mean really, I thought it was just me hearing things." He then opened the door. No one.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

He stood there, in a day dream, just dazing off into the empty corridor he found. All was silent until he heard a wearied voice reply, "Terra." At first he thought it was just him imagining things, until he answered back in the same wearied voice, "Terra." It was only him and the darkness now.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

He walked back into his room, his pigsty, and began to ponder to himself again, and to lie there in his top bunk and just wallow in his own lonesomeness. "Damn, I'm depressed." He said out loud, an action that he rarely did. It was then that he heard a 'tap, tap, tap' coming from somewhere in his room. 'The window?' he thought. Could it be? "Uhh, maybe its just the wind." He stated out loud once more. 'Man, I really have to calm down.' he thought, 'I'm letting my mind play tricks on me.' Even with his comforting thoughts, he had to find out for himself what was at the window. "Damn wind." He again lied to himself out loud.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

As he made his way to the window, many rushing thoughts came into his mind. 'What if it's not the wind? What if its ...' but he never finished that train of thought, for he had already opened the window, to reveal Raven. Raven. His team mate Raven. Boy, was he glad to see her. "Boy, am I glad to see you." He now stated out loud. She said nothing but just sat down on one of his old, cluttered chairs.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

She sat there smiling, an action she rarely did, it was just one of those nights where everything turned upside down. "Well, someone's brave enough to fly up to a window tonight." The green boy stated, in a rather awkward tone. It wasn't every night his team mate Raven came to his room."I tried the door, but no one answered. And I know how depressed you are right now." The rather dark girl stated sharply. "How did you know?" "I am Raven, I am empathic."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

The green boy wondered, 'She is here to see me? Well of course she is, after all this is my room'. But still, her smiling so cynically, it was a rare site by far. He wondered 'How many get to see her smile?' He could only imagine. He felt rather special.

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

As the girl now sat there, feeling awkward and rather misplaced in his cluttered room, she wondered whether this was a mistake. 'For me to be here? No. It can't be. Can it?' she wondered silently, while staring at the lonesome room. She got up, only for a moment, though. She had forgoten the green one was still there until he said, "Your leaving? No surprise. Everyone else has given up." "No." her only word to him now.

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

He was startled, and yet, so was she. She slowly sat back down on the chair, in grief, grief of boredom. As she sat, he clearly pondered. Pondered of her, and how she came to be. Her past, her family, her hopes, her secrets, no one knew but she. On an impulse she began to hum, a tune that struck grief in both of their hearts.

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Obviously frightened by her startling humming, he jumped just slightly from his sitting, sitting silently on his bed. He did no know what to say, but instead pondered on his team mates words 'And I know how depressed you are right now.' What on earth had she meant by that?

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

He sat there still, well in his thoughts, as he hesitated for something to say. Her eyes of violet were now burning him like a demon, a demon cringing in it's own core. He moved around his bottom bunk in an awkward way to remove himself from her frightening gaze. It was useless however. For he should feel uncomfortable forever more. The thought of Terra now pressed back into his mind, it had only been minutes since Raven had entered but it seemed like eternity since he had thought of Terra. He liked forgetting about her, it was soothing. 'Someday I shall forget her, that bitch, that traitor. That Terra.' He thought. He then become red with embarrassment as Raven began to laugh. 'Had she read my mind?' he thought, but only more laughing from the violet haired demon. Things around his room began to melt, including his comic.

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Her laugh, so gentle and sweet, but with no innocence. Just cruelty, much like Terra's. It was her laugh, it was Terra's laugh. It was his curse for ever more. 'I must forget her. I must never remember that Terra. She is gone. I shall forget her.' He thought. "Nope." Was the girls reply, "You may only wish."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet?" he asked her. "Are you prophetic? Can you tell me Raven, can you tell me, will I forget of Terra? Will I soon heal from these marks she gave me? Will my broken heart heal?"

"I am sorry Beast Boy. But, no. You will never."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Raven?," he asked her, "Will she be in heaven? Will she die and go to that great beyond? Will I follow? Will I meet her again?"

"Never." Her simple reply.

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Leave me Raven!" he now shouted, waking half the tower in which they stowed, "Leave me now! If what you say shall be, than I have no purpose! I should never have asked you! I should not know! Please leave me now, and never speak her name to me again! Take her away! Make me forget! Stop this aching heart I call my own!"

"I say, no."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

And he stayed there, all night weeping, weeping for his lost Terra. The Raven, his Raven, just sat there, with a somewhat grin for what the future will hold. From what he did not know, but would have to see for himself.