There was a raven at my door

And no —

He didn’t sing the song of death and lore.

He only wanted to know

why I’d spent so many years alone.

I thought myself too wise as I wrote,

ignoring that night creature’s woeful eyes.

The twilight was my escape 

and I’ve never cared to be on display,

But when I shut my companion’s door 

this echo blew through the air:

she only lives on paper thrones

and reigns but in her soul.