My dearest Mina, Your eyes were a soft blackness That glowed through the night. Your hair, A raven’s silk mane. Oh sweet, gentle Mina, tell me of all your accomplishments. Dearest friend, let me know of your caring. Poe’s beast, with feathers like ink, Are a butterfly’s wing beat, Compared to your lily white kisses. How you assist those in need, Like you’d always wished. No patient of yours shall eye or speak, Of coins for the ferryman. Instead, soar high above the cloud, With your imagination. Sooth their anguish, Stop their pain. Leave only my heart the one Bleeding in your wake. Like the broken promises we swore, I give my word To never show The wounds you tore. And to quite The Raven, I shall see you Nevermore.