The Pegasus (structured after The Raven)

In dusty depths dark and eerie, surrounded by obscure theories,
My pen escaped its prison and gladly tumbled to the floor.
While I reached out, vainly grasping, suddenly there came a rasping
Voice like someone barely gasping, gasping as if drowned offshore.
‘Only Zephyr’s breath,’ I muttered, ‘gasping as if drowned offshore –
‘Only this and nothing more.’

Nonetheless I rose in wonder, for there came titanic thunder.
Never did I recall hearing outside sounds from here before.
Forsaking my laden table, I followed the bookshelf label,
Finding myself barely able, able to open the door.
Then I saw the broken window as I stood there by the door.
Cold rushed in the hulking pore.

As I turned back feeling mellow, suddenly I heard a bellow
Where a shape that blocked the lamplight cast a shadow on the floor.
Slowly I peeked, my head heating, to contemplate who I was meeting:
‘Tis a horse! But with wings beating, beating in sync with my core.
A Pegasus from Ilia, his wings beating with my core.
Only him and nothing more.

With this my heart fell and faltered, for ‘twas a sight sorely altered:
Where was the lovely, exquisite, luscious rider I adored?
Where’s the armour of Athena? Where’s the flower of arenas?
Where’s the radiant Florina? Florina, speak, as before.
I asked the Pegasus to bid Florina speak as before.
Quoth the Pegasus, ‘maybe after exams are over.’

Or “when the exams are ore” if you prefer ;)