Stormcrow's
Nevermore
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Of the many cold quaint nights that I've hung before
While I nodded, never napping, from the cold against my backing
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my hammocks door
T'was some cool breeze through my layers, rapping through my hammocks door
Only this, and nothing more
But the Stormcrow, perched snuggly on my under, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing Further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
But the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Nevermore will you hang in the dreary, cold and quaint and needing more
Nevermore will you feel wanting, tossing, turning cold through the core
No, Not with Stormcrows
Nevermore
Adapted from Edgar Allen Poe's
The Raven
Originally Posted by Vii
Stormcrow's Nevermore
... But, I believe Feathered Friends would not be too happy with that, since they have already taken the name for a few of their products (Rock Wren, Winter Wren). Otherwise, I'd claim my name on it... It'd be fun! 
Threads getting a little long for me to keep track anymore
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