Northern Arizona Justice Project

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, 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. Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Edgar Alen Poe

Raven image by James Spence.