Who: Naiya OTA Where: Meandering around campus grounds When: Sunday Warnings: TBD
Yet how much less it were to gain, Though thou hast left me free, The loveliest things that still remain, Than thus remember thee! The all of thine that cannot die Through dark and dread Eternity Returns again to me, And more thy buried love endears Than aught except its living years.
She read the last few lines of the poem again and the brought a peculiar smile to her features. If ever there was a man she could truly love, that she could, at this moment in time, admit more than passing fondness for, it was Lord Gordon Byron and he had been dead for 186 years. Ah well, such is the case with all those she had cared for. William, though jaded and misguided, was the closest she had ever had to father and Marcus, though rash and sometimes violent, was the closest she had ever had to brother. She frowned faintly and reached to turn her ipod off. It had been set to random with her classical folder chosen and the fact that it had changed from Vivaldi's Winter to Type O Negative's Everyone I Love is Dead irked her. Why was that even in that particular folder? She looked down at it and then realized that it had changed folders after the final song. Ah. Even so, it made her yet still more morose and a touch irritated at the timing.
She had been far more content allowing her mind to traipse along the dark and twisted paths that were the works of Lord Byron. Her fingertips brushed against the cover of the book of collected poems, small and leatherbound, she placed it back in her bag along with her discarded ipod.
Her meandering path had taken her from the Headmaster's Manse to the gardens beyond the collegiate dormitory. Very little was in bloom, despite the excellent work of the groundskeepers but the sunlight streaming through the red and golden leaves kindled them like fire and allowed a smile to dance upon her lips.