the raven

• "the disk drive" versiyonuyla piç edilmiş olmakla birlikte neşeli bir hale bürünmüş güzel şiir. merak edenler için:
  
  once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary
  system manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor
  longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still i sat there doing spreadsheets
  when finally at the bottom line, i took a floppy from the drawer
  then invoked the save command, waited for the disk to store
  only this and nothing more
  
  deep into the dark screen peering, long i sat there wondering, fearing
  doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more
  but the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
  “save!” i cried, “you cursèd mother! save my data from before!”
  one thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”
  
  was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
  these were choices undesired, ones i’d never faced before
  carefully i weighed the choices, as the disk made impish noises
  the cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more
  clearly i must press a key, choosing one of only three
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”
  
  with fingers pale and eyes attending, slowly toward the keyboard bending
  longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored
  praying for some guarantee, timidly, i pressed a key
  but on the screen there still persisted, words appearing as before
  ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”
  
  i tried to catch the chips off guard and pressed again but twice as hard
  i pleaded with the damn machine, i begged and cried and then i swore
  now in mighty desperation, trying any combination
  still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before
  cursor blinking, angry winking, blinking nonsense as before
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”
  
  there i sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted
  getting up i turned away and paced across the office floor
  and then i saw a dreadful sight, a lightning bolt cut through the night
  a gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core
  the lightning zapped my hard-won data, lost and gone forevermore
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”
  
  and to this day we do not know the place to which lost numbers go
  what netherworld from which we could restore
  beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, to black holes
  but since there’s windows, lotus, c and more
  you will one day be left to wander, lost on some plutonian shore
  just “abort, retry, ignore?”