For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride.
-"Annabel Lee", Edgar Allan Poe
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride.
-"Annabel Lee", Edgar Allan Poe
Koysi wandered through the forest carefully, pushing limbs aside - who needed a path? She had an ethereal beauty about her in the filtered moonlight, hidden in the translucent fog that covered the ground. Her eyes were pale, and empty-looking, as if an entire abyss was contained within them. She was silent as she walked, only pausing every now and then to glance up at the brief snatches of sky that were occasionally visible.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she murmured to her companion, as her pace slowed and she looked upward.