“I met Kelsey in the hospital” Jeremy started his story. “I was looking for some meds, because seeing dead people kind of keeps you up at night. She busted me, lectured me” he smirked at Kelsey who remained invisible to her mother. “but helped me out anyway. The second time I saw her was also the last time. She came knocking at my door, asking me to keep an eye on Amber, who was dying. Kelsey had bitten her during a full moon and she wanted to find the cure. I told her she needed Klaus’s blood and she left to get it. She came back without it. I didn’t think Klaus would give her the cure, but I was surprised he let her live. She asked me to give her some time with Amber and I left them alone. That’s all I can tell you. The rest you’ll need to hear from themselves”
“How can I when I can’t see them?” Rachel exclaimed frustrated.
“You’re not opening yourself up to it” Jeremy reproached. He walked towards Rachel and stood next to her. He pointed at something ahead of him. “Your daughters are right there”
He took Rachel’s hand and led her to the Lindy sisters. Kelsey reached out her hand and touched her mother’s. Rachel gasped as Kelsey and Amber appeared.
“Hi, mom” Kelsey said breathless.
“How can I when I can’t see them?” Rachel exclaimed frustrated.
“You’re not opening yourself up to it” Jeremy reproached. He walked towards Rachel and stood next to her. He pointed at something ahead of him. “Your daughters are right there”
He took Rachel’s hand and led her to the Lindy sisters. Kelsey reached out her hand and touched her mother’s. Rachel gasped as Kelsey and Amber appeared.
“Hi, mom” Kelsey said breathless.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]