The bottle - sleek and warm - only curtains the most precious thing alive
The bottle's sworn words are
'None mustn't gaze upon my precious elixir
For thou shall be fated away!'
But none heeded word from the gracious bottle
'Drink me and thou must've be punished for thy's sins!'
Only - alas - to be ignored as before
A traveler crept softly into the bottle's chambers
A ravenous thirst taken by storm
The bottle rose as the traveler neared
'None mustn't gaze upon my precious elixir
For thou shall be fated away!' cried the bottle
The traveler however didn't stop
'Drink me and thou must've be punished for thy's sins!' the bottle cried
'Sins?
A holy man has no sins!' the traveler hollered
'A holy man never sinned in thou's life from birth' the traveler argued
'Aye
But a fallen man does' was a retort
Enraged, the traveler fisted the bottle
And to pieces it fell
The red elixir thickly ran in the man's hand
Greedily - he drank the delicious elixir - wine
The bottle laughed eerily
'A holy man?
A stupid man i say!' the bottle snapped
'A wise man, a holy man would see
I hold no elixir or wine!'
YOU ARE READING
Lingering Life
Misteri / ThrillerA group of dreary poems, from childhood to supernatural, seek the depth of theses poems. Try seeing the details that come apart from them if you choose. And tell me, whom are you in them?
