The Raven, Part II

'Twas now long past midnight dreary,
I was knackered, bleak and bleary,
Having failed to coax that Raven out the door.
While I plotted, fingers snapping,
Suddenly the bird was flapping,
As he started rudely crapping,
Crapping on my chamber door!
"What fresh hell is this?" I shouted,
'Crapping on my chamber door?"
Quoth the Raven, "Here's Lenore."

Ah, distinctly I'm recalling,
How my skin was set to crawling,
As Lenore's corpse, stench appalling,
Burst in through my chamber door! 
The blood in my face drained,
As she lurched forth to eat my brain!
To the gun rack did I run.
Then kaboom! She hit the floor;
I cried "Sweet Lord! I've sent her to her doom!"
Quoth the Raven, "Not so soon!"

Then she stood up, looking wretched!
Out of ammo, and dejected,
I ran past her towards the woodshed,
Where my RPG was stored.
It was then that I remembered:
Poor Lenore had been dismembered,
By the lake, six days ago,
By Zombie hordes.
On the wing appeared the Raven!
"Sweet bird, help me!" I implored!
Quoth the Raven; "My name's Gord."

What a time for introductions!
"Go to hell!" was my instruction!
And I turned my rocket towards undead Lenore.
As she pitifully came trudging,
In my pants I started fudging,
And I felt the Raven watching me
As sweat began to pour. 
Then that black bird nipped my ear lobe!
Oh! He was rotten to the core!
Quoth he; "Whatchoo waiting for?!"

So I blasted her to Kingdom Come!
Her pieces rained like fishing chum,
And something died within me, at the core.
I had lost a lover grisly,
And the dawn's light,
Grey and drizzly,
Revealed to me what life now held in store.
With a crapping bird to shoulder,
And my blood a little colder,
We're now Poe and Raven.
Zombie Hunters.
Evermore.