Bottled Words

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Author's Note: Please do not copy this. I spend a lot of time on my stories and I would appreciate it if you just read it. Please review! I had to fix this up a bit by replacing it and reworking some stuff so for those of you who reviewed, I'm sorry.

I don't believe I shall ever finish,

The work I have yet to begin,

As flowing in and out of life,

My thread of being grows thin.

And I shall think of more,

Before the night is through,

To write down in my leather book,

That I keep far from you.

Its secrets oh too precious,

As the ink dries on the page,

My life's work you would call it

Yet, too ancient for this age.

For its pages speak of magic,

And long forgotten tales,

That has drifted to oblivion,

As Arthur and the grail.

In time the ink will fade,

And the pages crack to dust,

As the weight of time overcomes it,

Fact slips into legend, as all good stories must.