I hear the tapping at my door,

Whispers in the dark of night

And tiny scratches from the floor;

A sound that I have heard before,

A movement that eludes my eye.

I hear the tapping at my door.

The lapping of the Styx's shore

In the umbra of forgotten light

And tiny scratches from the floor

That chill my heart like "Nevermore";

The gnashing teeth that long to bite.

I hear the tapping at my door…

My heart beats faster from the horror

Of the nameless, faceless fright

And tiny scratches from the floor.

My mind gives way to utter torture

And though I've yet to glimpse a sight,

I hear the tapping on my door

And tiny scratches from the floor…

("Nevermore" from Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven)