Possibly Poe-et Swain?, although I was told this would mean "Poe and Swain" in Latin.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I played, all weak and weary;
And read the quaint and curious volumes of champion lore,
While I swayed, silently singing, suddenly there came a ringing,
As if someone repeatedly pinging, pinging along the river's shore.
`'Tis some ally,' I muttered, `ringing along the river's shore -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, faintly as I recall, it was probably around the late fall,
And it was possible they saw something I hadn't noted before.
So now I stood, focus teeming, upon the water that was streaming,
Hoping some act would be redeeming the warning from before,
Alas, not a movement was redeeming the warning from before,
That was it, and nothing more.
Back into the lane I turned, with all my focus now reformed,
Soon again I heard the pinging seemingly louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely mine ally must be slightly delirious,
Since the threat remains mysterious, there is nothing to explore
Let their worries be still a moment as this mystery I explore; -
‘Twas the wind and nothing more!'
Deep into the fog I sat peering, long I watched it wondering, fearing,
Pondering, brooding over the warning these pings bore;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was one I continued to ignore,
Withdrawal - the single request my team continued to implore,
Merely this and nothing more.
Up from the ground ascended, talons, from which the world upended;
And out there stepped a somber poet from gothic days of yore
Not a second did he waste, with anxious actions I was faced,
Leaving me rooted about the waist, stuck gazing at the river’s shore,
As a ghastly grim and demonic raven wandered in from the river's shore –
Snuffing out our hopes for evermore.
`Poet!' I said , `thing of evil! - poet still, if bird or devil!
Whatever ally sent, or whether fate tossed thee here ashore,
Be these words a sign of parting, bird or demon!' I shrieked upstarting –
Back to the lane I was hurriedly darting, ‘Return to the gloomy shore,
Get thee back into the fog wafting along the river’s gloomy shore!’
Declared the Poet: `Nevermore.'
And this raven, never landing, still is standing, still is standing
By the pallid copse just above the river's shore;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is scheming,
And the moonlight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the moor;
As I watch steadily knowing, the depression within me slowly growing,
There would be no hope of winning, for his flock will still be spinning,
For now and – evermore
For Halloween this year I was hoping for a new poet skin for Swain, with a countenance of one who wrote of his longing for the lost Lenore.
I am liking the idea presented by Mindspike where Swain could read some of the lines as a taunt or joke. While in ult form the taunt could simply be "Nevermore".
Oznap has suggested a hat on both Poet and Bird form
Nitemommie provided a reading: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6ehDywPe4c
[Edit 1]: New stanza added. (`Poet!')
[Edit 2]: General Update of suggested appearance.
[Edit 3]: New stanza added. (Late Fall)
Thank you everyone for the support, never thought it would generate this much attention. If someone has time and skill to do so any related art would be greatly appreciated! YEY for making it into the spotlight!!!!
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