That is really really cool. I am impressed.

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."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

The whole picture isn't showing up :( Mpeutz I opened it and it looks even better there.

innocent_bystander said:
...
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." ...

Has to been one of my favorite poems.

jonners710 said: The whole picture isn't showing up :( Mpeutz I opened it and it looks even better there.

I know Jonners. It is some bug that is messing with image. Its always a surprise to see what gets changes from the file, to the saved image. Ah, the joys of alpha testing :)

Somehow the file wouldn't save so I took a screen capture of the progress.

mmm...if this is inspired by e.a.p., why not rename it to 'nevermore'?

hey, i want to use Raven vector editor!!! how can i do?
i'm allowed to use only peacok and phoenix...
any way to use another program too?
tnx!
Luciano.

lucianoc3 said: hey, i want to use Raven vector editor!!! how can i do?
i'm allowed to use only peacok and phoenix...
any way to use another program too?
tnx!
Luciano.

The Aviary team just released raven to a few users because it is is alpha stage right now. They are planning an update soon and I believe after that they will start inviting more uses to test it out. Raven will be coming soon.

A raven in Raven! How literal!
I love it!
Preview thumb doesn't do this justice.
Love the full.

The Toucan asked "Where is the gold?"
The other birds thought very bold.
They really thought.
And had what they got.
They would get what the rainbow sold.

As they followed the Toucan through the trees,
From a distance they looked like peas.
"Why do you follow me?
Surely this can't be!"
"I am not the rainbow's gold."

"So you are not the gold?"
The Toucan's eyes rolled.
"As much as I am Sho Kaun!
There is a leprechaun! "
The birds realized that they were fooled.

Where the rainbow meets the ground,
There is a pot so very round.
"Where is the gold?"
The birds said so bold.
All that was in there was some mold I found.

"You're no pretty gold,
I think I've been fooled"
Exclaimed the Penguin.
There was nothing to win!
There was nothing but mold!

As they found the rainbow's maker,
The Peacock was surely no faker.
"Where is the gold?
All we found was mold!"
"I was not the gold's baker!"

They went to look for Roc,
They went to his door to knock.
All they found was Myna-o,
Who was certainly no rhino!
He wasn't big, certainly no Roc!

"He is really, really gone!
He went with Phoenix who he's really fond."
As they went to flames,
All these names!
As they walked the Phoenix's lawn.

As they found Raven and Hummingbird
Each was certainly no nerd.
"Where is Roc?
And we gave Phoenix a knock."
"They went to Starling to be heard."

They found them in a fern.
"Where is the gold for our journ'?"
"That's what we were working
So please stop Jerkin'!
We gave it to Pigeon and Tern."

As they came across Horus and Penguin,
They thought that no one would win.
"What do you do?"
"We make descriptions for you!
They took the Eagle's description to the woodpecker's fin."

All they found was Crane,
Who made CD covers of rain.
"The gold is with the Owl
It's for Hawk now!"
After all that walkin' they'll need a cane!

As the walked on and on,
When rookery they came upon.
Giving it to Rookery?
Surely this was crookery!
But only they could see it at dawn.

As they gave it to Hawk,
Who surely is no mock.
He sold the videos,
With some "diddy-os,"
Gave us our gold and now it rocks!

"What will we do with the gold?
We musn't do something old."
Then they thought
About what people had bought.
"We should make some more, ten-fold!"

They went and got Phoenix, Toucan, and Roc.
And also Raven, Starling and Peacock.
"We'll make some more."
And without a snore,
We'll make enough gold to put others into shock!

They came across a nice fellow,
Who was nice and really mellow.
He was as protecting as the Navy,
And his name was Avi.
He even made them Jello!

He made them a website,
And got them a copyright.
It made them money,
So much it was funny!
They never got into a fight.

"We'll get a few beta-testers
And try to keep down festers."
With lots of luck,
And little muck,
There were many testers with just a few gestures.

The first were Phoenix and Peacock.
They hit people with a knock!
To try to Toucan, people made limericks.
Some of them got some kicks.
And now look at all this talk!

Then Meowza met the 3.
The 4 were meant to be.
So with some ticks,
He showed us some tricks.
Not even for a fee!

Now the 3 were getting bored.
The others were lonely and ignored.
So now they wait,
Just like the bait.
And make pictures of a fjord.

Next up was the Raven.
It was what people were really cravin'
So people signed up,
Like pennies in a cup.
And tried not to cave in.

And as the 3 got practice,
They got as sharp as a cactus,
They got really good.
For anything they could,
Nothing could ever crack this.

As there were more suggestions,
Avi made more corrections.
There were more and more,
They came through the door!
Until he caught up with those mentions.

Now here is the Toucan,
The access isn't for which the new can.
Everyone was jealous,
Which made a real mess!
So now we know who can.

The raven hides in the shadows.
Not out in the meadows.
Mpeutz got access.
Jonners too, oh what a mess!
Because only they have it a-nows.

Yes, I know I've kept this for too long. But I am jealous.

-GrenadeGuy187

Wow, that's cool. I can't wait to use raven

Love this.

great image man, much better than what i made in peacock.

The lines are bold and sharp, like they were cut out of wood, but still you capture the smoothness and fleshiness of the torso and wings. A toe or two could use some work, though.

innocent_bystander said: 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."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Heh, I know what the heck that means now. The last time I tried to read that I had no clue what any of the words meant. xD

I'm thinking that since we're having a poetry slam this year, I might do that one.

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Being a big Poe fan, I found this especially nice!