Quoth the Raver, Nevermore Each day I thought would never end, Daylight dies and night begins. Go black alive, stretch fishnets high Around the tattoo slathered thigh. Rave pulsing out the flashing beat All hail us wild Ecstasy freaks, Lovely grinding our teeth en mass Lovely was our loneliness And more, you knew her name … Continue reading Quoth the Raver, Nevermore – poem, Fantastic Stories, 2000