To the River (oneyear later)
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty-the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks-
Which glistens then, and trembles-
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshiper resembles;For in my heart, as in thy stream,
her image deeply lies-
His heart wich trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
"It's been forever since I've seen her how much longer can they make me wait?" Beetlejuice thought to himself, I was now nearing a two years since the portals to the outerworld had been sealed, and since he'd last seen Lydia. He wasn't sure what made him read the book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, in fact, he'd only stolen it because he remembered she had a copy of it on her shelf. But the poem he'd just read reminded him scarily alot of the way he felt about her. He never realized he loved her that much until he lost her and now there was no way he could ever tell her, "Not that I would even if I could, what would she want with a dead guy like me? But.. No it would never happen." He mumbled to himself, as a burst of his power shattered a window, there were screams from inside but only startled ones not ones of pain so he paid them no mind, " I can't even juice anyone anymore they're all hiding." Since he wasn't able to see Lydia he went back to his old ways of pranking and drinking, on top the war this was to much for the populace of the nietherworld and they took to staying indoors and never coming out, that is except for Jaques, Ginger, and the Monster Across the Street, they still tried to make him feel better when thay could, he appreciated the attempt, "Not that I would ever tell them, but I want Lydia and if I can't have her well then..." Another burst of energy blew a lamppost of its foundation and into a wall. "I miss her."