It is said that ravens were once white, to see a white raven now, is to see beyond the veil, into the past...in a time before Thought and Memory could whisper of all things, both in the world and in our very minds...
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.'
~The Raven~ Edgar Allan Poe