Reminds me of a Movie…
The Woman in Black meets Edgar Allan Poe.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming 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!
damn, I haven’t read the Raven in years. What a nostalgic feeling!
Aside from the rather harsh lamp light, this is pretty good.