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I remember clearly it was a cool dark December night the fire was dying and its light made ghostly shapes on the floor -
the author sat there for a long time, thinking deeply, while raven's fiery eyes stared into my heart. -
then the air around the author seemed to thicken and he smelled sweet perfume, as if a angles had entered the room ' god has sent you, ' I cried to the raven, -
The narrator is reading but becomes interrupted when there is a knock at the door. -
the soft, sad sound of my curtains moving in the wind filled me with a strange kind of fear I had never felt before -
the narrator opened the window wide and suddenly, a large black raven flew in it didn't bow or pause for a second. -
the narrators stepped back in side his heart was racing. he said "that was just wind in the window" -
my heart grew a little braver I said out loud 'sir or madam, please forgive me I was nearly asleep when I heard you knocking -
I stood there staring into that darkness I was nervous and full of wild thoughts the silence felt endless -
the narrator at first he smiled at how serious and proud the bird looked and he said even though you look worn and wild you aren't afraid at all -
the raven sat there quietly as if that one word was all it knew nothing else did it say or do the author whispered -
the author was amazed that the bird could talk its answer didn't seem to mean much, but still it surprised the author deeply -
the author was startled at how quickly it replied 'surly, ' he said , ' this bird only repeats words it learned from a sand owner -
but the raven's presence made me feel strangely calm. the author pulled up a chair and sat across from it ,right in front of the bird statue, and the door. -
'prophet' he cried, 'or devil! tell me the truth are you sent to test me? are you just lost, cursed ,or something from the underworld? -
prophet!' I said again . 'bird or demon ! by heaven and by God above tell me truthly will I even see my beloved Lenore again?
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leave!' I shouted. 'go back into the storm! don't leave any sign of your lies behind! take your shadow away from my life
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and the raven never left. it still sits on the statue above my door its eyes demon cold.