A cold wind teased Kelsey’s naked body and she shivered. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. There was nothing but leaves. Kelsey searched the ground with her hands and they touched something cold and solid. She slowly and fearful rotated her head. When she saw her sister’s body she gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh my God” she started crying as she crawled to Amber. “Amber, wake up. Please, honey, wake up” But Ambers eyes remained closed. “I’m so sorry, Amber. This is all my fault” she sobbed.
“Hey, you didn’t do all of it. I kicked some ass too”
Kelsey looked down on Amber to see her eyes open. “Amber, you’re alive!”
“Not quite” Amber groaned. “Okay, can you help me stand up?”
Kelsey grabbed Ambers arm and helped her restore her balance. Once she stood steady on her feet Amber slapped Kelsey.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” Kelsey exclaimed shocked. Amber raised her arm. “You bit me, we’re even now”
“I see” Kelsey said. She looked at Ambers arm. “You need to get that fixed”
“You know there’s no cure for a werewolf bite” Amber lied. “And even if there was you wouldn’t be able to get it”
“Let’s worry about that later” Kelsey said. “First I need to get you away from here” She pulled Ambers arms over her shoulder and walked her out.
“Hey, you didn’t do all of it. I kicked some ass too”
Kelsey looked down on Amber to see her eyes open. “Amber, you’re alive!”
“Not quite” Amber groaned. “Okay, can you help me stand up?”
Kelsey grabbed Ambers arm and helped her restore her balance. Once she stood steady on her feet Amber slapped Kelsey.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” Kelsey exclaimed shocked. Amber raised her arm. “You bit me, we’re even now”
“I see” Kelsey said. She looked at Ambers arm. “You need to get that fixed”
“You know there’s no cure for a werewolf bite” Amber lied. “And even if there was you wouldn’t be able to get it”
“Let’s worry about that later” Kelsey said. “First I need to get you away from here” She pulled Ambers arms over her shoulder and walked her out.
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]