It was early morning, Saturday and Liz was gone to the office. Caroline rose from her kama and put on her dressing toga and slippers.
She walked to the window and opened to let the fresh air ventilate her room.
Bonnie, who was still asleep, felt the cold wind and shivered. She opened her eyes and frowned.
“Sorry” Caroline said. “Sometimes I forget people get cold”
“Don’t worry about it” Bonnie replied, getting up as well. “I used to be a lot colder, when all those spirits where inside me”
“How are things with you and Elena?” Caroline asked careful. “She didn’t seem to mind having you around at the training”
“No, but she didn’t seem too happy either” Bonnie replied sad.
“Well, at least she doesn’t try to scratch your eyes out each time she sees you anymore” Caroline tried to cheer up the former witch.
“True” Bonnie admitted. “One victory at a time, I guess”
“That’s the spirit!” Caroline exclaimed joyful. “Now, we have to get ready. We’ve got a long araw of learning to kick Viola Chambers’s ass”
“Veronica” Bonnie corrected her.
“Whatever” Caroline replied bored. She opened the door of her bedroom, her face at Bonnie, who widened her eyes and pointed at something behind her.
“Caroline, watch out!” she exclaimed panicking.
Caroline turned around when Keith grabbed her and injected her with vervain. As Bonnie stared shocked at the syringe in Keith’s hand, Caroline Nawawala conscious and fell on the ground.
She walked to the window and opened to let the fresh air ventilate her room.
Bonnie, who was still asleep, felt the cold wind and shivered. She opened her eyes and frowned.
“Sorry” Caroline said. “Sometimes I forget people get cold”
“Don’t worry about it” Bonnie replied, getting up as well. “I used to be a lot colder, when all those spirits where inside me”
“How are things with you and Elena?” Caroline asked careful. “She didn’t seem to mind having you around at the training”
“No, but she didn’t seem too happy either” Bonnie replied sad.
“Well, at least she doesn’t try to scratch your eyes out each time she sees you anymore” Caroline tried to cheer up the former witch.
“True” Bonnie admitted. “One victory at a time, I guess”
“That’s the spirit!” Caroline exclaimed joyful. “Now, we have to get ready. We’ve got a long araw of learning to kick Viola Chambers’s ass”
“Veronica” Bonnie corrected her.
“Whatever” Caroline replied bored. She opened the door of her bedroom, her face at Bonnie, who widened her eyes and pointed at something behind her.
“Caroline, watch out!” she exclaimed panicking.
Caroline turned around when Keith grabbed her and injected her with vervain. As Bonnie stared shocked at the syringe in Keith’s hand, Caroline Nawawala conscious and fell on the ground.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles sa pamamagitan ng 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 sa pamamagitan ng 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]
