The City In the Sea (Lydia's POV)(Same time )
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to thier eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time -eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignidly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes-up spire-up kingly halls-
Up fanes- Up babylonian-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculpted ivy and stone towers-
Up nay and many a marvelous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shdows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks giganticaly down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each Idol's diamond eye-
Not the gailly-jewelled dead
Temt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along the wilderness of glass-
No swellingstell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave-there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
As if thier tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow-
The hours are breathing faint and low-
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverance
She had lain in her room all day and well into the night, dozed a few times but she mainly read her poetry. A City in the sea reminded her a lot of the Nietherwold, and again, she wondered what everyone was doing, how things had been, and whether or not Beetlejuice remembered her.
At first she didn't notice the pale green light eminating from her mirror, and a shaggy blonde head emerge from it. By the time the full body emerged, she was still staring miserably at her poems. "Babes?..." his voice came out barely over a whisper, now that he had finally gotten her back he wasn't sure what to say.
"Oh leave me alone, I want to forget you... it's hurts to much, your memory is killing me...."Lydia mumbled miserably, not looking up, "How long will I keep hearing your voice?"
"As long as it takes for you to realize it's really me standing here." Beetlejuice said, stepping a little closer.
"But if I look up you'll just disappear again, like you always do... I can't take anymore." She slid a little lower into her bed, still not looking up.
He took advantage of this position to move next to her, lay her completly on her back, and lean over her, and give her a deep kiss, with a little bit of shock at what he did he pulled back, "Sorry Lydia... after nine years I just couldn't help it..."
He made to move away but her arms came around his neck and held him to her. "If it really is you, stay close to me, at least now if you disappear you have to take me with you."
"Only you can send me anywhere Babes, my curse was lifted for helping Vince fight. Only you can use my name." It was a meager explanation, and she probaly wanted more but for now she just held him tight. He shifted to his back so she was lying across his stomach, "You should get some rest Lyds, you look really tired, I'm not going anywhere I promise." After what seemed like hours, her breathing even out, abd she fell into a fitful sleep, it was later when he noticed her wedding ring, "So she didn't wait...well.. what were you expecting... a woman as beautiful as her to stay alone, waiting for a dead guy... let alone just you...." He felt something he hadn't in felt in six centuries, a tear slid down his cheek.