Nevermore

I love it when clever people are able to take a poem and adapt it like this. Driftglass writes Quoth the Hammer:

. . . Take thy dick from out my mouth, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Hammer, 'Nevermore.'
But the Hammer, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the throat of my Dead Mandate, my ghost of 2004;
And his eyes still 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 Mandate from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!"

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