'Bird or fowl or evil spirit, puck that rests inside the door, get thee back into the tempest. Haunt Paul Coffey nevermore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! Leave my emptiness unbroken! Turn off the light above the door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, 'Coffey scores.' And that raven never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid ice of Osgood just inside the chamber door. But the eyes of the Wings seeming of a demon that is dreaming, look to next year. They are screaming for the shot they'll have once more. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted up once more. Ronald Gordon Ziegler 6/12/96 Return to Beginning