Nevermore (Reverse Golden Shovel Sonnet) Poem by Chris Embrick

Once I played the harlot with my heart
Upon my bed I was not fair
A fantasy world, we lived apart
Midnight dreams weren't ours to share
Dreary now these days of life
While not the future that we planned
I longed for passion, lovers new
Pondered what must come to pass
Weak my courage to face the blame
And knowing well the end in sight
Weary, my heart from guilt and shame
The memories of a thousand nights
Raven knocking at my door, never this love, nevermore.

Credit given:Edgar Allen Poe

" Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary"
"The Raven"