We soon married and she impressed me with her extended knowledge on metaphysical science.
Ligeia grew ill. I saw that she must die and I struggled desperately in spirit with the grim Azrael (Angel of Death).
"Why did it have to be you, my Dear Ligeia?"
After the death of my Liegia, I purchased and repaired an old beaten up mansion. I then remarried to the fair haired and blue eyed Lady Rowena Trevanion, of Tremaine (although it was a loveless marriage).
By the second month of our marriage, my Lady Rowena was attacked with a sudden illness. She passed away days later, and soon her body was wrapped for burial.
Several times, Lady Rowena's body would go into a state of shock, as if she was being revived. All those times, her breath would leave just as quickly as it came. She revived yet again, except this time she stood. She walked towards me.
OH DEAR GOD!
"Those are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes of my lost love - of the lady - of the LADY LIGEIA."
As I reached out to touch her, the bandages fell away from her head, revealing raven black tresses and eyes so brilliantly black...