This I sat engaged in guessing,
   but no syllable expressing
   To the bitch whose watery eyes
   now burned into my hatred's core;
   This and more I sat divining,
   imagining her head dividing
   My sword rending velvet lining,
   split her head upon the floor--
   But whose velvet-violent head
   already drains upon the floor?
        So I hissed, "Bitch nevermore."

   Then methought, the air grew denser,
   perfumed from an unseen censer
   Swung by devils whose faint hoof-falls
   splashed upon the bloody floor.
   "Whore," I cried, "My love has left me--
   by these devils do they lend me
   Respite, reptile and woman vile form
   my trust bled on the floor;
   I should waste you and all your kind,
   can't revive this lost amore!"
        Then I cried out, "Nevermore!"

   "Slut," said I, "You thing of evil!--
   Slut still through my mind's disheveled--
   Whether Temptress be, or Temped,
   you've killed my feelings of amore.
   Desolate yet all undaunted,
   now my vision ever haunted;
   Trust in you drawn out too taul--snapped--
   lies like blood upon the floor.
   Because you're weak, could not keep knees shut,
   there's our love dead on the floor!"
       And my mind screamed, "Nevermore!"