"The Raven III" by Whitney Peak & The Hunger Games fixes on a raven that refuses to move from its perch above the chamber door, its shadow cast across the floor by lamplight. The bird's stillness and demon-like eyes turn the room into a trap where memory and dread refuse to lift. The soul, caught beneath that floating shadow, accepts a permanent weight. What remains is the quiet horror of being unable to escape what watches and waits.
The Raven III Lyrics by Whitney Peak & The Hunger Games
And the Raven, never flitting
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
Just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon’s that is dreaming
And the lamplight o’er him streaming
Throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore
