XXXV. ("The Raven" or "In memory of XXXV")

Midnight and dreary,
Was our once and only loss
Giants. Nevermore.

That tap tap tap Tom
on your cushy door? A bird?
Perhaps... nothing more.

Nay! Beguiled Tom:
"Other friends have flown before!"
This friend's nev'r leaving.

Little, frightened Tom:
"Take thy form from off my door!"
Unmoved, "Nevermore."

Tom had seen this beast
before... thought it was no more.
It was not their end.

No, Tom realized
never shall these Giants leave.
Lossless? "Nevermore."

Frightened Tom, vanquished
by Big Blue, never saw one
more ring. No not more.

Raven win begat
Giant triumphs. Strengths grown strong'r.
Repeat? Nevermore.

-G.D. Saft