Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven===
Once upon a battlefield dreary, where I cowered, spent and bleary,<br/>
Within an Imperial bunker, darkly stained with dust and gore -<br/>
As I cowered, nearly shuttering, suddenly there came a sputtering<br/>
As some weapon quickly stuttering - firing at my bunker door.<br/>
"`Tis some bolter", I murmured, "firing at my bunker door -<br/>
Only this and nothing more."<br/>

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,<br/>
And the brightly burning bastions lit the horizon by the score.<br/>
Eagerly, on freedom drunker; - vainly had I sought to hunker<br/>
In this heavy Imperial bunker - with perhaps a tunnel in the floor -<br/>
A safe and empty fortress with perhaps a tiny tunnel in the floor -<br/>
Only this and nothing more.<br/>

And the mad raving howling of each distant Space Wolf prowling<br/>
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.<br/>
So that now, to the beating of my heart, I stood entreating<br/>
"`Tis some Space Wolf there repeating, firing at my bunker door -<br/>
Some common Grey Hunter rapid-firing at my bunker door -<br/>
This it is and nothing more."<br/>

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer<br/>
"Marine," said I, "or Scout, your attention I implore;<br/>
The bunker walls are thick - they are made of tempered brick<br/>
And your bolters do not nick the slightest scratch or tiny score -<br/>
Not a dimple, dent, depression, dip, scratch or tiny score -<br/>
Away now, and fire no more."<br/>

Then in the bunker slumping, presently I heard a thumping<br/>
A pounding - rattling many times fiercer than before.<br/>
And soon I began to screech - the bunker wall grenades did breach;<br/>
The very gods I did beseech as the ceiling fell upon the floor -<br/>
Through the wounds poured light which danced upon the floor -<br/>
Danced amidst the sounds of war.<br/>

Then at once it stopped the violence - I was left alone with silence<br/>
Confused, I spied the reason why the shells did drop no more -<br/>
For as I began to shutter, then with many a flit and flutter<br/>
A psyber-Raven flew through the clutter to perch above the door -<br/>
Perched on the two-headed eagle just above the bunker door -<br/>
Perched and sat and nothing more.<br/>

At this I grew more craven, for the talons of the psyber-Raven<br/>
Were all over covered with bright red blood and crimson gore.<br/>
"Wretch!" I cried, "Njal hath lent thee - into this fortress has he sent thee<br/>
So that remotely may he here be - and this bunker then explore -<br/>
Scry out my exact location and this bunker then explore -"<br/>

Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"<br/>

Then, methought, the air grew darker, the bunker now a little starker<br/>
For the uttered word brought terror as I had never felt before.<br/>
As for weapons, I knew I had none - no bolter, sword or lasgun;<br/>
No arms to stop the war's son fated to break soon through the door -<br/>
The blood-mad crazed assassin fated to break soon through the door-<br/>
Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"<br/>

"Be that word our sign of parting, machine or bird!" I shrieked, upstarting -<br/>
"Get thee back into the fire-fight and here spy on me no more!<br/>
For as you came unbidden - I would otherwise be here hidden -<br/>
Leave my location in this midden - quit that icon above my door!<br/>
Take thy shining metal eye, and take thy form from off my door!"<br/>
Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"<br/>

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting - still is sitting<br/>
On the pallid two-headed eagle just above the bunker door;<br/>
His metal eye has all the seeming of a psyker that is scheming,<br/>
To have my guts lie steaming in a pile upon the floor;<br/>
And now all hope has left me, crouched here upon the floor<br/>
I await the Eversor!<br/>