I Left A Note On My Bedpost

there he was, wading in the gentle laps of the ocean's waves; sitting as still as a finely crafted statue made of soot and ash. brilliant cobalt and pearl flashed with the spark of light on each lax wave, giving a sense of wonder to the gems within his eyesockets. feirna, the new name given to his slowly decaying coat (he'd grown tired of the last one), lay loyally upon the island's bossom. he dared not look back at her, as the affects of the magic shroom began to kick in. he'd taken care not to take a strong one, but even so small eels began to sing under the surface of the water. they sang a ballard, of a beautiful woman being carried toward him.



and as they told it, she appeared. drenched, but nonteless appealing. she was the color of lightly sweetened coffee, perhaps just as sweet and bitter as it too. he would not move his lithe and lanky body, outlined by the ridges of his ribs, but instead simply turned his chin toward her. "as if?" his lyrics, so deep yet chiming and inviting, slipped past a revealing smirk. "speak what you wish; and the gods will deliver, my love."