Never More Poem by Terry Searcy

And the raven squawks again never more
With closed up windows and dust upon the floor
Once again never more
With the stillness of the air and death upon the door
Just before dawn. Once again never more
Piles of shoes on the floor and the stench of death upon the door
I slowly creep upon the floor to try to find the open door
And see why this raven is repeating, never more
With its shadow on the floor, I creep up to the open door
Where the Raven is repeating never more
It flies out of the door screeching it scares me to my core my body hits the dusty floor, now the Raven is no more