A Raven parody: Lenore part two

Mr. Reaper stood there lonely, speaking those four words only,
Only those four, as he slowly crept upon my soul,
Nothing else I heard him say, more than ever I wanted an angel adore,
Said this much if he may, he's seen this many before;
When this is over, he will ever leave me, as my hopes are forlorn,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Scared now, my whimpering broken by his responses so cruelly spoken,
Why could he not leave me in my misery for ever more?
If he were to leave me be, then he would have to see,
If I could survive and see my loves sweet face,
But such luck is my curse I can't bet this strong force,
Quoth the reaper "come Lenore, forever more"

But Mr. Reaper kept me yearning and my heart every burning,
To suffer on this bloody bearskin floor,
Upon his eyeless sockets staring, when noticed he was wearing,
An ebony cloaked boney gore,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Scared I started to wonder, just what created his blunder,
As the creature with the scythe had been destined to my bloody bearskin floor,
As I began to give in and reclining, secretly inside repining,
That this ebony, cloaked bones watched me die on this bloody bearskin floor,
The numbness forced me to take refuge in this bleakness, unsure
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Waiting there the numbness grew thicker, in my heart grew a loud ticker,
Slowly pounding in my chest, why can't this life restore,
Stupid reaper, for your bleaker,
Give me rest and lift this sorrow, so that I shall never have to suffer no more,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Death a thing of torture, for your nothing but a beggar,
Whether death or life a sharp, my aching body is an eyesore,
Piece of place is all I wanted; still it seems that by the reaper I'm haunted,
Will I ever be able to slip from this reaper, that's making death feel near,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Love conceded, the numbness took over this not acted,
Tell me angels by the love of God that we adore,
Help me for I grow weak, and I fear I shall never speak,
That the object of my death, shall still be here on this bloody bearskin floor,
The rare and radiant lady, that the angles called Lenore is slowly dieing on this floor,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Do your deed and leave me be you vile creature, let your leave but with one more feature,
For the angels finally given, she lays dead on the bloody bearskin floor,
Mr. Reaper, leave nothing as a token, of the one you have taken,
Leave this place unbroken as you leave my bloody floor,
Take your scythe from his heart; take your leave off this blood stained floor!
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

Then the reaper never feeling, still is fearing, still is fearing,
And set to watch me die on this bearskin floor,
He likes to watch their weeping, in tiresome fear and creeping,
For she can't get to living for this women the angels named Lenore,
Was dying on the bloody bearskin floor,
Quoth the reaper, "come Lenore, forever more"

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