Elena parked her car at the Boarding House. Caroline had taxed her with the message to get her pantat, keledai there ASAP. She opened the door and looked inside.
“Damon!” she called.
Damon appeared in the hallway, frowning. “What are anda doing here?”
“Caroline taxed me” Elena said, waving her phone. “Hello to you, too, btw” She tried to look over Damon’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
Before Damon could answer Caroline appeared.
“Elena, what are anda doing here?” she asked, but in a completely different tone than Damon. “Come on” she continued as she took Elena’s hand and dragged her inside the living room.
“What’s this?” Elena wanted to know as she saw Bonnie, Tyler, Katherine, Derek and Alaric.
“Something I like to call Alaric’s Army” Caroline replied. She walked to Bonnie, ignoring Tyler. Elena turned to Ric, who stepped towards her.
“Veronica thinks she can hold our lives in her hands. She believes she can decide who gets to live and who doesn’t” he explained. “It’s time we strike back”
“Damon!” she called.
Damon appeared in the hallway, frowning. “What are anda doing here?”
“Caroline taxed me” Elena said, waving her phone. “Hello to you, too, btw” She tried to look over Damon’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
Before Damon could answer Caroline appeared.
“Elena, what are anda doing here?” she asked, but in a completely different tone than Damon. “Come on” she continued as she took Elena’s hand and dragged her inside the living room.
“What’s this?” Elena wanted to know as she saw Bonnie, Tyler, Katherine, Derek and Alaric.
“Something I like to call Alaric’s Army” Caroline replied. She walked to Bonnie, ignoring Tyler. Elena turned to Ric, who stepped towards her.
“Veronica thinks she can hold our lives in her hands. She believes she can decide who gets to live and who doesn’t” he explained. “It’s time we strike back”
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles oleh 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 oleh 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]