THIS LAST MEETING WITH THEE

LAST EXIT TO BABYLON :

{100% of the royalties for this book are going to The Salvation Army.}

Ernest Hemingway said the secret to great writing

was to transform poetry into prose while preserving its essence.

In LAST EXIT TO BABYLON, at the dawn of the End of All Things, there is no hope ... but love.

Blake Adamson wanders lost through the Mists of Oblivion when he hears one of the two strange women he loves, Kirika Amaratsu,

who chose death for herself to spare Blake. She is singing :

“My black hair tangled,
As my own tangled thoughts,
I lie here alone,
Dreaming of one who has gone,
Who stroked my hair til it shone.”

She is dissolving into the River Lethe, her fingers melting into the rippling currents as she continues to sob more than sing,

“If we could meet but once more,
Thy soul with mine.
Softly, I would whisper in thy ear
These words to thee :
I am dying, love, dying for thee.”

Blake startles her into pulling back her hand from the draining river, saving her life, and Kirika husks,

"Soon I shall cease to be.
When I am beyond this world,
And I have forgotten it,
Let me remember only this :
This last meeting with thee."

A bit of poetry to hopefully make better your day, following Mr. Hemingway's advise in my own way.
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There IS magic out there. But sometimes magic KILLS :