Frank's POV
I knew Gerard was okay. Seeing him from afar, he was laughing and having a good time with his old friends. I sighed and looked down at our poem that we were going to read next period. It was kind of long but really good. The bell rang, and I felt nervous. I hope I get to read less. I nodded at my teacher and took my seat waiting for Gerard to come in and sit beside me. He finally did and gave me another smile that could kill me right in the spot. Control yourself Frank! I smiled back and listened to what my teacher was saying. "Alright, so now that everyone is here we can start with our poems, who would go first?" No one raised up their hands, everyone was avoiding the eyes of our teacher. "Oookaayy, so then I guess I'll have to use popsicle sticks." Once she had the cup with our names in it she picked one up and said, "Patrick and Pete you'll read first." They both groaned but read. And it was quite impressive. Students were picked except Gerard and I. It was just us left in the end, so I guess we would be the last ones to read. "Gerard, Frank, you boys ready?" Our teacher asked. We both nodded and went to the front of the class. "You want me to read first?" Gerard whispered I gave him a pleading face telling him please and he nodded. "This poem is called Spirits of the Dead." He cleared his throat and began reading with his beautiful voice
Gerard
1.
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
He read the first part so amazing everyone was staring at him with their mouth open even me. He gave me a light push since it was my turn to read. I quickly recovered and muttered a "sorry" to him. I cleared my throat too and began reading.
Frank
2.
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness-for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee-and their will
Shall overshadow thee:be still.
I quickly passed Gerard our paper and he began to read again.
Gerard
3.
The night-tho' clear-shall frown-
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven, with light like Hope to mortals given-
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Frank
4.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish-
Now are visions ne'er to vanish-
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more-like dew-drop from the grass.
Gerard
5.
The breeze-the breath of God-is still-
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy-shadowy-yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token-
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!-
He finished reading, and we both got a standing applause from our classmates and teacher. I tried not to blush when Gerard hugged me then made me bow down with him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Does anyone know the real author of "Spirits of the dead"? If yes, HELLA RAD! The author Is Edgar Allan Poe! Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
Yours, Bloodsucker.
