The raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping,suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping on my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door - only this and nothing more."
Good poem, Horrible game, thats all I can say.
Mike curtin about
Raven