Riven and Wry

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!

Loved the title you've chosen for this, Theresa.
Again, nice and dark...just as I like it.
~Dean ☠️?

Beautifully dark THERESA!!..... clawing out from the inevitable!!.......ALL STARS!!....T xo