The door of the Grill opened and Matt saw Tyler sitting at the bar, kissing Veronica. Matt rolled his eyes and turned around to leave again, when Tyler blocked his way.
“Are you leaving already?” he asked surprised. “Don’t be so stupid, have a drink with us”
Matt glanced at the bar. “You mean with you and Veronica? Yeah, I think I’m going to pass” He wanted to leave, but Tyler gripped his arm. “Aahh!” Matt exclaimed and looked shocked at Tyler, but he didn’t let go.
“We have to talk. It’s about Caroline” he started. “I need you to tell her that I love her. This whole thing with Veronica isn’t real. I’m just spying on her, but Caroline doesn’t trust me anymore”
“Right she is” Matt said cold.
“Matt, you have to tell her to stay away from Klaus” Tyler insisted.
“Why would she go to Klaus?” Matt frowned.
“She wouldn’t, Klaus would go to her, he kidnapped her last night” Tyler answered. “I don’t know what he’s up to, but we can’t let him hurt her, Matt”
Matt nodded concerned. “Yeah…I’ll talk to her” he promised.
“Are you leaving already?” he asked surprised. “Don’t be so stupid, have a drink with us”
Matt glanced at the bar. “You mean with you and Veronica? Yeah, I think I’m going to pass” He wanted to leave, but Tyler gripped his arm. “Aahh!” Matt exclaimed and looked shocked at Tyler, but he didn’t let go.
“We have to talk. It’s about Caroline” he started. “I need you to tell her that I love her. This whole thing with Veronica isn’t real. I’m just spying on her, but Caroline doesn’t trust me anymore”
“Right she is” Matt said cold.
“Matt, you have to tell her to stay away from Klaus” Tyler insisted.
“Why would she go to Klaus?” Matt frowned.
“She wouldn’t, Klaus would go to her, he kidnapped her last night” Tyler answered. “I don’t know what he’s up to, but we can’t let him hurt her, Matt”
Matt nodded concerned. “Yeah…I’ll talk to her” he promised.
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]