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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Well...that and a big freaking box on your porch...Raven are you ready?