"The Raven" continued by Lenore

Okay, I love the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe, and I decided to write this from the point of view of his beloved Lenore.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor
Quothe the raven, "Nevermore", as he perched upon the door
Whilst Edgar sat and grieved, as so truely he believed
That he had forever lost his sweet beloved Lenore.

However, it would be, that I am that very she,
I loved him dearly and he loved me, some would say "adored"
Quothe that Raven "Nevermore" as though he hadn't already before
And my darling, perched upon the chair, so intently at said bird did stare
As did i as I was certain he would utter something more.

Not finished yet, but what do you think so far?

So far, it's pretty good from my point of view, but I have to read the original poem first before I go too in-depth.

There's a truly original idea, a poem from the point of Lenore, instead of about her. I oftened wondered who she was, but in none of his biographies could I find anything about a real person by that name. I'm not sure if you would be allowed to publish it, you might have to ask permission, but I think whoever 'they' are, they should let you.

Harley wrote:As did i as I was certain he would utter something more.

I'm not sure I quite undertand this right here. The sentence is rather confusing...

It means that she was sure he would say something else, other than "Nevermore". It's hard to find words that sound good and rhyme.

http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html here's a page which has "The Raven" on it, in case anybody hasn't read/heard of it.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, - replace first comma with "that"
And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor
Quothe the raven, "Nevermore", as he perched upon the door
Whilst Edgar sat and grieved, as so truely he believed
That he had forever lost his sweet beloved Lenore.

However, it would be, that I am that very she,
I loved him dearly and he loved me, some would say "adored"
Quothe that Raven "Nevermore" as though he hadn't already before - rid of "already"
And my darling, perched upon the chair, so intently at said bird did stare
As did i as I was certain he would utter something more

Wow. I liked this poem a lot! Rhymy! Rhymy poems are always awesome if done right. If Edgar were still alive I bet he would love you.
Lenora owns.
I barely know the girl. But I know she owns.
The poem just flowed ridiculously smoothly. Is this published? Do the world a favor and publish it!
KEEP WRITING!