POEM: Eternity is Overrated

What bird or bat drives my fright?
I heard a bump just last night,
for the third night in a row.
Then a word, as from Poe's crow,
&
the word I heard was evermore.
Yes, evermore. Not NEVERMORE!
Was this bird optimistic,
or eternally sadistic?

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