Some days later I did enter,
   caught her and her prentice Fenster
   Entwined in bed, locked in passion,
   facsimile of lost amore
   No least notice did he bade me,
   not an instant stopped or stayed he,
   But with care of Lord nor Lady,
   perched above my wife the whore--
   Perched above that bust so pallid--
   shocked, I stood there at the door--
       Perched and thrust into that whore.

   For days this lucid vision haunting,
   and for days it just kept taunting
   By the grave and dark decorum
   of the countenance it wore.
   "Love in heart be slowly dying,
   now, " I said, "while inside crying,
   Ghastly grim backstabbing bitch
   wandering through her life a whore--
   Tell me why do I deserve this and
   how can I take much more!?"
        Said to myself, "Nevermore."

   Through the halls I rumbled plainly,
   buzzing from my mind insanely,
   Visions of barehanded snapping--
   bone and marrow to the core--
   By the neck the little mage,
   soon he would feel all my rage.
   So I came up and stood beating
   on his chamber door,
   Pound my fists and scream for entry,
   "Let me through your chamber door!"
        Within he shouted, "Nevermore!"