Annabel Lee of Lady Midnight

By: Nanananana9 (Edited by: Crystal J. F.)

​ She is the impetus of everything to happen -- the reason why parts of the world where 'all the stories are true' were made the way they were; either you consider it fictionally, or in real life; nonetheless, they both entwine somewhere at some places, impacting each other to a high rate. As real life actions can be judged by fictional aspects, go figure.

'Most of the words were jumbled together because I was having my body parts rearranged, but I remember him telling me that memories are often amalgams of the truth and fiction, seen together in our heads by our subconscious to support our personal beliefs about the world.'

-We Are The Ants, Shaun David Hutchinson

Here are the probabilities- Fiction - If Annabel wouldn't have happened, or let's say, Malcolm and Annabel hadn't fallen for each other; no one would have covered them, Annabel wouldn't be taken away, Malcolm wouldn't have -- later -- transformed into someone we couldn't think of him to be, the L.A. institute people would not have to deal with all the consequences, but so would they have not gotten Mark back - at least, not in the way that they did. The cult wouldn't have formed, deaths wouldn't be caused, and so many other things, and again, Malcolm would have been the third personality of himself we would never know about.

In Real Life - Edgar Allen Poe would not have written the poem, it would not have come to Cassie's notice to ever think more about it, to like it so much as to write books about it, and we would never have been able to unfurl the mysteries of Lady Midnight, and the other books in The Dark Artifices. That is melancholy for is the think about.

It's just the way that the poem is such a cliche, yet so beautiful that many people love it. For me, I admit there is also Cassie that impacts me to think about it in a more important manner -- a whole book of hers is based on the poem, and three on it's characters. The thing is, she has made such a varied version of the poem, we'd never think of it as cliche; it's just the way that stories change -- heroes and Downworlders and Shadowhunters mixed with a tale of lovers with a mournful ending.

This poem was the last work of Edgar Allen Poe, many assume that Annabel was some person in his life who had incited him to write the poem -- one that many believe is his wife Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe; we do not know it or was actually someone or not, but it is really amazing that Annabel ever existed, and their narrator did -- well, Edgar had written it in first person. Either we talk about it in real life, or fiction, these people are implanted in our hearts, they always will, they will affect what we do -- what we think, they change out aspects about things, or form them.

To me, Cassie is the best fan-girl any person could wish to have, all her Shadowhunter works are based on some or the other things: The Dark Artifices - Edgar Allen Poe's poems, the Infernal Devices - A Tale Of Two cities ,The Mortal Instruments - Paradise Lord and Inferno. She's created her own legacies out of existing things -- to an extent we could not think of -- she's created dimensions.

Looking back to the poem, we know nothing much about the nature of these two protagonists that are present -- fore-bye if we consider the way in which the male protagonist refers the story to us -- we only know about their love, and the disturbances in between, with their sad ending. On the buoyant side, we may think of them as happy and peaceful lovers, living in their own world, and nothing to do with the world, except the nature. Except that in out story, Malcolm was driven mad in search of love.

Somewhere I think Annabel is the reason that Emma and Julian are, maybe. Somewhere between the story, The characters of the story have become our heroes – 'the ones who aren't always the ones who win, They're the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don't give up. That's what makes them heroes.'

-Cassandra Clare (Clary) In a way it's just like how things entwine and affect each other -- like the way our neurons work, somehow they manage to connect and store more data and amalgamate it, or how on adding uranium to an atom it keeps multiplying to produce energy of an effect to blast places -- it's kinda like that, if we just look at all the enormity of the data there is, it'd just be like a nuclear blast, we could expand as much as we want, just that we appreciate better forms of expansions. I love the expansion or creation that Cassandra Clare does. After all, all our thoughts are based on some basic knowledge that we possess and conjecture. The start of it all has given many people things to write, to express, in the form of writings or any other things. The things that Cassandra's writing inspire many to write fan-fiction, and to write articles like these. It's sometimes just out of admiration that people do many things, like how Simon took up the surname -- 'Lovelace'-- it was out of respect and admiration, no matter what others thought.

'He threw a loaf of bread in my direction. The second quickly followed, and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him. I stared at the loaves in disbelief.' -The Hunger Games, Suzzabe Collins.

Heroes keep coming back, right? I want them to keep coming back to me, and yet knowing that the series is going to end, people will never stop making their own continuations, for some of us, 'happily ever after' is boring, we want more. And some of us finally want a Happy Ending, we've gone though times with the characters, and even after becoming the heroes of the Shadowhunter world, they've faced many ramifications and not everyone fathomed them.

The poem is not having much contradiction, since, pick up any old school story, and this is the cliche love story. There were two lovers, but they were precluded by a bunch of orthodox homo-sapiens. Either the differences in caste and religion, color and all the other factors that are evaniscing now, in adagio.

But all in a simple sense it also focuses on the stars and the ocean, and nature does accomplish to please many. '"When I was little," she said,"Jules and I used to come up here at sunset practically every night and wait for the green flash."

"The what?"'

Our characters have differences, that's what makes every one of them unique and makes thier respective different worlds. Differences, they are the reason the we can point out similarities and they are the ones that compel me learn them and write them in different sheets of different papers. Differences are characterized by attributes and feeling and facts and complexions. Annabel does not have a complexion, she is whoever which comes to our subconscious when we think of a 'maiden' or all those descriptions about her.

'this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.'

'the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.'

'For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,'

These are all the lines that indicate any nature of the Annabel Lee.《not Blackthorn》

Though these lines you might be thinking about any possibilities. Maybe she was weak, or maybe she was loving; peradventure we might think any likable characteristic feature, just so as to like the poem. Annabel could be the apex, the part of a quotidian phenomenon or prodigy, the cause to abysmal things or the cause of a coruscating kaleidoscope of incidences and epiphanies; The basic point is, the Annabel Lee is whoever we want her to be, but all this is about, is that, she was the start, she was the paramount motion of these books -- in an assuming sense; all this is about, is the assumption of creation and modification and building and a lot of other scattered thoughts; this is about the start of books, where we discover the problems, or conditions or states, or whatever of the characters,

'He was this poet. And his last words were, 'I go to seek a Great Perhaps.' That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.' -John Green (Miles Halter), Looking for Alaska

It's also about the middle of the books, where we preserve their quirks and obsessions, '"You can't go around like that," she said. "You look like you escaped from a romance novel." Isabelle laid a hand dramatically against her forehead. "Oh, Lord Montgomery, what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected?"' -Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire And it's about those last lines, those lines that tell you, that you have accomplished whatever you started, whatever quirks you went though, it's that last precious text that we travel this much for -- the peregrination is awesome, of course -- but this one, it's the text that we all know about, crave for like drug addicts, an irrepressible smile appears, only that it's not always immediately available. We all want this, 'We held hands right up to the moment they dumped us in the water. Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey—when you're the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.'

'"Race you to the road?" I said. "You are so going to lose." She took off down Half-Blood Hill and I sprinted after her. For once, I didn't look back.' -Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian, Rick Riordan

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'"Out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman."'

-John Green <Q>, Paper towns

Miracles Happen. At least, I can assure you that about the fictional world. Miracles definitely happen in the story, every twist and turn and conversation, is more or less a constituent part of it's miracle, or is one... Emma's sarcastic fierce personality, and Julian's protective ruthless one, Kit's thinking that the Shadowhunters did not allow him to eat cookies, and then correcting it, are all parts of this series;

Maybe Annabel was a miracle -- people write, and read about her, as these different senses and bits of information amuse us all; she must have been some big someone to Edgar, or some part of a story he wanted to discover, either way, his life moved on, and we were left with the crumbs of what he left us;

'"Someone once said that if the sea were transparent like the sky, we'd never step in due to the dangers in it," "Must have been some idiot," said Emma,"who didn't know the fears of the sky,"' -Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare

'And this was the' ambivalent equivocating 'reason that,' a random writing for Annabel Lee emerged.