Why Lenore

I wrote this a few years back, actually. I was playing around with -I believe the term is alliteration? It is a take on Poe's the Raven.

There was a knocking at his door
He lay dead upon the floor
His body worked; his soul was gone

In flew the raven-­-­- into the room
His eyes followed the bird of doom
His body worked; his soul was gone

The raven told him, "Never more."
He no longer cared for Lenore
His body worked; his soul was gone

The raven sat upon a bust
Empty bottles lay around him in the dust
His body worked; his soul was gone

The raven said it once again
Through empty eyes he viewed his sin
His body worked; his soul was gone

The fair and beautiful Lenore
No more Lenore, only spirits any more
His body worked; his soul was gone