Lunin' Ravatic

Dreams w/ a Surgeongeneral's warning.
Hence I, Edgar Allan Poetagonist
Esq., fretted out a denouement, flinched
at another nevermorrior morning.
Worrier, worrier, worrier...

Wouldashouldas pecking at my shoulder.
This zeitgoose has been cooked.
Crow Cain brained Dove Abel outlook 
on bleak as high noon onloan allnighter.
Zoloftier, loftier, loftier...

The Leslie Crow, the horror, the strange bird
who knows Longfellow comes on down.
To where the Charon swans 
give it some raptor sass w/ a wishbone swerve.
Maviscera, viscera, viscera...

From cockshut to cockcrow, I'm never cocksure.
I'm worst at what I do best
& for this gaffe I feel detest-
ed. Oh well, whatever, nevermore.
Es korakas, korakas, korakas...

For when Alfred Hitchcock met Death,
who was the directest cutter?
Of suspense...who was the Master?
It was the bird that purged, whose sirens are wraiths.
Warner's, Warner's, Warner's...

In their final resting pastry
dove 4 & 20 blackbirds.
Taloned prayers went unheard as skirred
off the Earthrise l/ a jalopy Apache.
Skodacopter, copter, copter...

Ha-ha-ha-HA-ha, ha-ha-ha-HA-ha, 
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
The horror, the horror,
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
Fly away Peter, Peter, Peter...