The characters belong to Colfer, the best words to Keats.


Ode to Psyche

In an untrodden region of his mind, he observed the physiological changes attendant on the hour: the witching hour, bewitching hour. The casement, open to warm love, did nothing to chill that flush, visible in the light he kept burning as a way-marker for her flight, while the wind made the pines murmur and brought the scent of flowers. She came in a rush, as she often had before, colliding with him in her haste so that they fell in an entanglement of arms and wings until, at last, they lay calm-breathing on the flower-strewn counterpane, all soft delight.


Author's Note: This is written in tribute to, and pale imitation of, Lli's magical 'A Family Tradition' . It will be meaningless unless you read Keats' lovely ode.