A/N: And the second part of Gold and Roses! See that one for description and everything. Also check out the poll for "May It Continue"! Oh and since Gold has no idea she's alive, he honestly thinks she's dead. Enjoy the angst.

All The Night Tide

By Blazing Brightheart

But our love

It was stronger by far than the love of those

Who were older than we

Of those far wiser than we

The cup sits in his hands, his fingers running over the chip almost reverently. The chip is smooth after years of a simple touch, remembering blue eyes and warm smiles. He can't help but remember, she is everything to him. She was everything.

And neither the angels above

Or demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the

Beautiful Annabel Lee

He'd loved her, he still did and would always. Her eyes are haunting his memories, and he sees them in his dreams. He wakes in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, grief washing over as he remembers. Every moment he remembers is torture to his soul. His lovely little Belle, lost to the grave.

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

He smiles, feeling triumphant. French deserved it. He kept telling himself that. French deserved the inflicted pain. He shut her out when he had her love. He was cruel to her, sending scourges to purify her soul, and now she was gone. She had jumped off the tower her father had shut her up in. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears her voice, as if telling him it wasn't right. His smile fades and his head sinks into his hands, wondering what deity could be trying to torture him.

And so all the night tide I lie down by

The side of my darling

My darling

My life and my bride

In the sepulchre there by the sea

In her tomb by the sounding sea

She is everything, and he hides behind his normal exterior. He makes deals, cuts corners, makes grating remarks. However when he's alone, he can almost hear her laughter on the wind, and he feels his heart twist.

A/N: Welllll I hope that's better. No flames, please review, pm constructive criticism.

-Rachel