once, upon a midnight dreaming.
while i pondered, weak and wearing.
think about, what i shall do with life.
think about, what is my life?
while in bed, laying on my side.
my head,to the outside sight.
i saw a rave, flying high.
thy eyes where wet, thy mouth was shy.
suddenly, i heard a tapping.
as if someone gently rapping, tapping, on my chamber door.
is there a visitor? i motterd.
tapping at my chamber door.
only this, and nothing more.
yes, vaguely i remember.
it was on a rainy november.
and all my dying thoughts,
rot his ghots upon the floor.
there again, there was that tapping.
on my chamber door.
'come in', i motterd. to my chamber door.
only this, and nothing more.
the door opened slowly and even.
out of the light there stepped a stately raven.
thy where that raven, stepped into my chamber door.
'come with me', thy said.
'i'll let you see, what to do with thy live'.
i followed you outside my chamber door.
it was this, and many more.
out into the darking peering.
while i stood there wondering fearing.
doupting all my dreams of mortal.
never dared to dream before.
in the silence of the dark night.
where the raven flew by my side.
all my dreams of life.
flew through my head as it was like a butchers knife.
and the silence was unbroken.
and the stillness gave no token.
and the only word there was spoken
was the whispered name Anouk.
the raven start ti flatherd.
and all my nightmares shatred.
and the silence filled up with whispers.
it was the whispered name Anouk.
there thy where, far in my sight.
as a brides maid, young and pride.
but the raven i was followed.
shattered it as it was hollow.
dare thy raven, i have followed.
shattered dreams that i have hallowed.
why thy take my life away?
why thy shattered dreams of me?
thy will feel me rage and anger.
thy will pray and beg thy ember.
but my will was far to weak,
to take the raven of his peak.
suddenly, on my shoulder rapping.
there where a second raven tapping.
as the first raven was tapping, om my chamber door.
the raven was strong and big in sight.
with piercing arms on his side.
he out do the first raven in a tavern with beers.
shattered, what was left of my dreams.
nearly three years past, as i forgotten.
the whispered was stoppen.
but the raven, shattered my dreams.
was weaker, than back in years.
the whisspered was coming lonely.
and it plessend was begonly.
was whisspering years as a book.
i murmured back the name, Anouk.
and the dreams where returning.
as i watched the raven burning.
and when the raven was dying.
the dreams came back, and they where mine.
plessend dreams, of live and mortal.
was coming back, all and sortall.
of what to do and what to dream.
all bunndled as a book.
whispered every page, Anouk