Nevermore Midcalf

Once upon a midnight dreary, while my skull grinned wide and cheery,
On a stack of quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore
As I dipped my quill for writing, suddenly there came a frightening,
Sound of something softly lighting, lighting on my goth decor.
'Tis a bird friend, I delighted, gracing these rad socks I wore!
Quoth the Raven Nevermore.