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You begin to sing "The Ravin'", a tale of mystery, by [[Rancois]] Sendaque.
:"Ah, distinctly I remember,
:'Twas the month Deep' calls Dismember,
:And each guild and order member
:Roared and called for rum galore."
:"I was there in Deeper's Tavern
:With emotions like a cavern,
:Where the sailors were palav'rin'
:O'er a drink or two or more."
:"When we heard above and under,
:From the door, a rap like thunder
:And it struck us all with wonder,
:'Cause Deep' don't have no door."
:"So we all looked toward the entry,
:Ranger, Cleric, Bard, and gentry,
:Wishin' that we had a sentry,
:Fearin' what fate had in store."
:"When across the threshhold stumbled --
:Or maybe simply tripped and tumbled --
:What seemed a bunch of feathers fumbled
:From a boa Maudie wore."
:"Well, this bunch of threadbare plumage
:Lookin' like an owl's consumage
:Or the first spell of a new mage
:Yelled one word then -- 'Nevermore!'"
:"'Twas a raven filled with passion,
:And its beady eyes were flashin' --
:Had it teeth, they would be gnashin' --
:As it flopped upon the floor."
:"Then, upon its feet arisin',
:Looked around, each sight despisin'
:From the foreground to horizon,
:Spread its wings as if to soar."
:"Then each patron paled and trembled
:For the raven so resembled
:Something Urrem'tier assembled,
:And his future did deplore."
:"But the raven just came trottin'
:To each customer, and swattin'
:At their caps made out of cotton,
:Said, 'Wear hats here -- Nevermore!'
The last note hangs in the air like a whiff of garlicy breath.
This is a parody of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven."
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