And the raven, never flitting,
still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
just above my chamber door.............
Nevermore
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door.
For the rare and radiant maiden
whom the angels name Lenore -
And the silken sad uncertain rustling
of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic
terrors never felt before.
Edgar Allan Poe
These are my photos I used. Full moon last Friday, country side abandoned farm house,not real blood stains! acrylic paint on frosted glass, ravens - store display, rainy day in the country photographed while driving , vintage portrait