A favorite author of ours, we dedicate this to,
A 19th Century poet, both accepted and refused.
His pen sings of talent, without a sound tamed to ease,
His song's only chorus, seeks repeated disease.
84. The Raven, another story like an anthem,
To his dreadful losses followed, by only more meyhem.
But if The Raven spared the man of its evil chant,
It might fly home to the trees, where this geocache enchants.