A/N: Here's a story.
Setting: Post-Defying Gravity, before graduation. English class
Fiyero sat in his desk, doodling on his copy of his required poem reading. He had chosen Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. It reminded him of Elphaba. Soon his name was called and he went to the front of the room.
"My poem is Annabel Lee, from Edgar Allan Poe." The teacher wrote something on a piece of paper before nodding to Fiyero to begin.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE; (Fiyero remembered when everyone actually knew Elphaba's name, now she was only the Wicked Witch of the West.)
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me. (Oh how he wished he had told her sooner of his love for her.)
I was a child and she was a child, (We believed in innocence back then, only saw the good in the world.)
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling (A wind called reality.)
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me, (Why Wizard? Why make her leave me?)
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the angels,
not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea) (Fiyero sent a cold glance to Glinda. She knew that Elphaba wasn't wicked, yet she continued to preach that she was.)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. (Fiyero was yelling the words of the poem to the heavens in his rage.)
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. (He swore to find her when he was offered the position in the Gale Force.)
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; (Not a night went by when he didn't dream about her.)
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; (He saw those bright chocolate orbs called her eyes every time he closed his eyes.)
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,(His voice had changed to a soft whisper, like that of a prayer.)
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Fiyero excused himself before charging out the door, leaving the room speechless from the passion in his reading.
Everywhere he went he saw her. Sitting under the cherry tree. Reading in the window seat in the library. He eventually broke down on a bench, wanting his Annabel Lee.
End Story.