Spike's beloved Rarity is dead, a victim to the silent killer that is Time. Surpassing the mare of his dreams because of his prolonged lifespan, the dragon locks himself away in his bedroom, mourning for the passing of his beloved each night, alcohol staining his mouth in futile attempts to drown his pain.

His sorrow is interrupted one night, however, by something tapping on the window to his room.
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A (mediocre) take on the famous 'Quoth The Raven' poem. Enjoy it. Or not. No skin off my nose.