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Stranded on a coastline in the baren waists of an abismal beach, I press my heart within this bottle in hopes beloved's hands it reach. My castaway soul has met its keepers will, across the waters in the breakers near Vesper where I kill. The shape of time in'which I'm thine has cast my heart adrift, but still it's stranded I am while through my hand short sand of time doth sift. Lost am I as I sit upon it's sand , a lost man in a time forgotten left for not, in the god's forsaken land. For it's by bandits I crossed and now I watch as they make thier way, with all my life passing them with each and every wave. It's fitting now that I should look once more into eye's as beautiful as thine as I look into deaths doorway abandon in the waists of time. Beautiful wyvrn doth come for me now and my arrows lay in murderers fleece. I could pry them out but would only delay thy lovelines's feast. Come for me now as I am forgoten within your arms I prey, fore death is my cradle and I in love in your beauties death I lay. Forgotten for your love I'll sleep as I cork my heart's content, looking into eye's so lovely as thine in a wyvrn's love I commit. No more love have I left to give or coddle, as I press my hearts release within this bottle. Forgive me beloved, we should have wed.

~Hawkwind~

This is a beautiful piece of work. I loved the reading of it. Hope to see more. Looking forward to meeting the author.

Belle Remings

*fanning face*

Very nice....Very nice indeed!