Where do Ravens go for a beer? Crow Bars!

One of the personal Halloween traditions I have held over the years is a reading of Poe's 'The Raven'. This was always one of my favorite narrative poem that told of the narrators increasingly terrorous night. While I will not quote the whole poem here, I'll end with the opening lines.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;

Only this, and nothing more."