Author: Magus
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Summary: Edgar Allen Who?? ....and how did that raven get in here? Shoo!!.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many charts and spreadsheets that I thought a dreadful bore,
My coffee gone, I went to find some, quite afraid and always
mindsome
Of the promise of my boss when an extension I implored.
“We’ve no more time to give you the extension you
implore,
This must be finished lest you work here nevermore.”
I came back with my mug quite filled and brought a coaster
lest it spilled
And opened up my laptop and prepared to work some more,
When suddenly there came a ringing, as of someone desperately
flinging,
Flinging their hand upon the bell beside my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “Here to
distract me from my work some more,
I truly wish that they’d fall dead upon the floor.”
Fiercely was the rain descending, and each flash of lightning
lending
To the bleak and ghastly atmosphere there must have been
outdoors.
Once again the doorbell sounded, without patience I left and
bounded
Down the stairs with hopes unfounded that they’d leave me as
before.
Perhaps I’d send them to the Starbuck’s or that old
convenience store.
As I reached my destination, door ajar my expectations
Gave all way to fascination as I observed a woman at the door.
There she stood with face divine, double D’s and five foot
nine,
Low-cut dress and long blonde hair dripping water on the floor.
“Madam,” said I quickly, “Truly your forgiveness I
implore,
Come herein to warm yourself and step in from the door.”
She came inside, quite long explaining how naught she knew it
would be raining
Her tender heart was greatly paining as some shelter she
implored.
My eyes fell down to meet her bust, the buttons where quite
surely must
Explode from pressure from within quite soon, it seemed most
sure.
“Good woman,” said I to her, “Let this trouble you
no more.”
The lamplight from her skin reflected but as I watched I ne’er
expected
That her eyes had then neglected observation of the coatrack by
the door.
In her haste to dry her raiment the coatrack dealt out fitting
payment
For her lack of observation, and as I watched her moistened
garment tore.
At the open door she stood, disrobed with garment on the floor.
Engaged was I in titillation; I can but offer speculation
As to the reasons of this woman beneath whose dress no underwear
she wore.
Her bosoms heaving as she gasped, she moved her arms with which
she clasped
The parts of her which no desire had she that I explore.
There she stood, this naked woman which some might have called a
whore.
As her reason re-engaged I thought she might be well enraged,
But no anger she imparted, only darted for the door.
For in the autumn winds was caught the stolen dress which she now
sought
And so pursued while wearing naught, for high-heeled shoes now
lay upon the floor.
A pair of high-heeled shoes from this woman I adored.
From my door she did regress, in a state of clear undress
Running through the downpour as down the sidewalk she did soar
As I stood there in the night, I watched spellbound her flustered
flight
‘Till gone full was she from my sight as down the torrent
poured.
In my hand I held the shoe she’d left there by the door.
To this day yet those shoes remain , reminder of that day
arcane
When that woman most mysterious came unto my chamber door.
Whether we may meet tomorrow, or fated only, to my sorrow,
To meet a hundred years from now on some dark Plutonian shore,
I cannot say for I have seen her not since anymore,
But only know that in my mind that day shall be forgotten,
nevermore.