Kelsey’s body dropped on the floor and Damon appeared with her হৃদয় in his hand.
“You killed her” Stefan said.
“You’re welcome” Damon said.
“You shouldn’t have done that” Stefan said. “I deserved to die”
“You’re welcome” Damon repeated now pissed. Stefan’s ingratitude annoyed him immense. His ripper mood didn’t appeal to Damon, not anymore. But neither did he have to go back to his holier than the pope days.
“You always do this. আপনি face a problem আপনি can’t handle and so আপনি eliminate the problem” Stefan said.
Damon lifted up the body and threw it over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of this” he ব্যক্ত and he walked towards the front door. “By the way, Steffie, it was your problem, not mine” He walked outside and dropped the body. He turned around again and looked inside. “Anyone got a match?”
Katherine came flashing to him with a match box and was so kind to give him one. He put it on, but the moment he wanted to drop it he felt a cold wind on his hand and the match was put out.
“Don’t”
Damon and Katherine looked at Derek.
“Don’t burn her” Derek said. “You should bury her with her sister. Come on, I know where it is”
But Damon and Katherine didn’t সরানো a muscle.
“What are আপনি waiting for?” Derek ব্যক্ত desperate.
“Hey, you’re the one being eager on throwing a family reunion, so আপনি handle the guest of honor” Damon said. He grabbed Kelsey’s collar, lifted her up with one hand and pushed her in Derek’s arms. “Have a happy afterlife together” he ব্যক্ত as he returned to the house, Katherine following him.
“Dick” Derek ব্যক্ত and he dragged Kelsey away.
“You killed her” Stefan said.
“You’re welcome” Damon said.
“You shouldn’t have done that” Stefan said. “I deserved to die”
“You’re welcome” Damon repeated now pissed. Stefan’s ingratitude annoyed him immense. His ripper mood didn’t appeal to Damon, not anymore. But neither did he have to go back to his holier than the pope days.
“You always do this. আপনি face a problem আপনি can’t handle and so আপনি eliminate the problem” Stefan said.
Damon lifted up the body and threw it over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of this” he ব্যক্ত and he walked towards the front door. “By the way, Steffie, it was your problem, not mine” He walked outside and dropped the body. He turned around again and looked inside. “Anyone got a match?”
Katherine came flashing to him with a match box and was so kind to give him one. He put it on, but the moment he wanted to drop it he felt a cold wind on his hand and the match was put out.
“Don’t”
Damon and Katherine looked at Derek.
“Don’t burn her” Derek said. “You should bury her with her sister. Come on, I know where it is”
But Damon and Katherine didn’t সরানো a muscle.
“What are আপনি waiting for?” Derek ব্যক্ত desperate.
“Hey, you’re the one being eager on throwing a family reunion, so আপনি handle the guest of honor” Damon said. He grabbed Kelsey’s collar, lifted her up with one hand and pushed her in Derek’s arms. “Have a happy afterlife together” he ব্যক্ত as he returned to the house, Katherine following him.
“Dick” Derek ব্যক্ত and he dragged Kelsey away.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles দ্বারা 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 দ্বারা 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]