Once upon an embered morn,
while I quoth my nevermore,
you came tapping, gently rapping,
opening my chamber door.
I shut my eyes &felt you kiss me dead,
adagio a gallop on my heart.
I wish to be a thunderbird instead;
infinity is faded from the start.
Oh, ravens, thieves and thunder
-birds, please heed my cry:
This twitter-pated moon
shall bleed us dry.
If Poe tweeted Plath, and I stepped in. For Toads.