The Raven Page #4

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of a demon's

that is dreaming...

And the lamp-light

o'er him streaming

throws his shadow

on the floor...

And my soul

from out that shadow

that lies floating

on the floor

Shall be lifted...

nevermore!

I'm freezing.

I'm going inside.

Good night.

You think you can get away?

Think again.

No.

She's mine.

It was at this point

that something

very very rare occurred.

Hate and revenge

were finally conquered by poetry

and the evil man

suffered.

He suffered

in his own hell,

ashamed to find out

that love can conquer everything,

even the messenger of death,

who had to realize

that "An eye for an eye

would make

the whole world blind."

And I, Lenore,

finally became the Lenore

in Edgar's poem.

Wake up, Lenore.

Now that your dreams

have all vanished,

it's time to live.

No more nightmares.

You have redeemed

yourself.

From now on the raven shall once more

be your protector,

as it was always

meant to be.

Die.

From hell I came,

to hell we go.

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