Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I Modded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak March,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Corey Haim -
For the rare and radiant man whom the angels named Corey. -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Corey!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Corey!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Once again a rapping came at my door,
I opened it in a way to explore, but what was this head,
Hanging gently, from a rope, falling to the floor.
Looking up in shock, I peered, but to my worst fear, I saw a man,
Running away from my port. This man, dressed in purple from head to toe,
Was wrought with blood and more, while holding two knives in his hands,
Returning back to Baltimore this man ran, wearing a number 52 jersey,
This man had begun to rap, Cup Keeper is nevermore, nevermore, nevermore.
Moving my attention back to my porch, the head had begun to talk, apparently, the Raven was not the culprit, but was just the messenger of the village, who turned this man to dead. There laid cup keeper on my porch. Nevermore. Before dying, once more, this man said to me, that they must confess, that he is the darkness, that’s been in this town. They said to me, that they are the Noob Family Mafia Mason, nevermore. With their last breath, they also happened to mention that everyone else was a complete jagoff for bandwagoning them.
Day 1. Cup keeper, Noob Family Mafia Mason, stabbed to death by the village, then beheaded, and hung by a Raven on Day 1.
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