Wanderer Through Fields in Quest, Drowned in a Bottle

From me she fell without love, with light ran upon the heavens, dancing through the fields. And I alone sat there 'neath the Weeping Willow and wept to the gods above. Tis woman I've loved and lost, tis woman's love breatheth life to me, fell from me, my love.

Thus I remained by these lands a wanderer through the fields of green and grey in quest of something more than the world could ever give, and all the while I sought her love, yet drowned the yearning in the bottom of the bottle.

Yet another girl to me said the bottle be my bride, its contents my love, and my love too great for any quantity of sanity. To her swept my hand, motioning her to make farewell, wandered the world still.

Thus I left the lands with no farewell, bid the realm to hell and dwelled by ship 'cross the sea, the sea of love of the bottle.

a reply to: Tiamat384

Nice writing!!!

a reply to: Quantum12
Hey! Thanks. Glad you enjoyed