so i was reading a book, some arduous thing on why the Romans
though disgraced
never fell
(except downdowndown into death)
and i heard something:

tap

and then i heard another thing:

taptap

and then i heard a third thing, but it was not "tap"
it was urgency, a cacophany of nowrightnow that threw me from my chair
and sent the never-falling Romans to the floor

outside the window there were two ravens
and they spoke not nevermore
but with voices of sound and fury they said

"HURRYUPPLEASEIT'STIMEHURRYUPPLEASEIT'STIME
HURRYUPPLEASEIT'STIMEHURRYUPPLEASEIT'STIME"

and i knew godtruth and my destiny in one terrible moment
but there was no time for fear
because like a thief in the night
it was already upon me