Tale of a Bard

Withstanding great lengths to achieve immortality, standing on a pedestal above all literary minds, he has done what none could have ever thought of. So with all that done in such ease of step, what is left for this master of written word? Still new to the world, barely of age, there is still so much ahead, but without much to do. He no longer has anyone to top except himself, but that only entertains for a brief period of belittled time. Ah, but don't be too sure of oneself, because there is always something to come and ruin... or make better. :) When all things had so easily come to this master bard, there came a woman that challenged his omniscient mind. She used lack of reason to solve all disputes, or so he saw it as such, and brought him down to her lips, for honey dipped kisses. A creative mind never to be rivalled, except by the eyes of love. Loving not for self-benifit, but for love, and for life that could not go on without him. He still wrote with a fervent pen and hand, but he loved her more, never second best. Until the day when all would have to end, and then eternity would take their hands, dawning a new age for them to begin. A poet, novelist and play write, our all great titles, even for the best, but under the tombstone, what sticks out the most, are the words "Family is the only road to true wealth, and of the greatest sort of recognition." This is a story to be seen in due time, but until then, it must be lived. And so I live. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 04:26 PM PST   0 • 12