Open Poetry #15 |
The Warrior's Bottle |
pugsley New Member
since 2001-09-26
Posts 3 |
There exists a tradition, centuries gone by Of a warrior's bottle, and a lover's night cry The tradition is said, to determine the fate Of the mighty warrior, and his beautiful mate A small bottle is given, from he to his lover Made of delicate glass, and a cork for a cover Then off he would go, into a long bloodied war His mate left to worry, and long for him more She kept the bottle close, and warm by her heart Then like the falling rain, her tears would now start Flowing from her cheeks, she wiped none away Into the bottle, is where they must lay Day into night, then night into day Every new tear, being stored away If the warrior survived, and returned from his quest He would remove the bottle, that lay near her chest If tears filled the bottle, near overflow Nothing was said, for now he did know It was without question, she loved only he And had been faithful, despite being free They would make love, until first light Their spirits would soar, their fires ignite. And if you look up, on such a magical night You would see a star born, and burning so bright. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This is so charmingly pretty. Lovely write If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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MyEnchanted_Melody Senior Member
since 2001-05-30
Posts 1106across the land of dreams. In your heart, I'd always be. |
Wow..such a charming wonderful story.. I loved it.... Thank you *********************** |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
You are an enchanting story teller!! Well done! ~Nancy Lee~
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