A Deja Vu Redeux

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I succumb to these lethal wounds

I have this moment of clarity

Our moonlight surrender was long ago

And through time, Quentin has returned to me

 

All the while, he seemed so familiar

Yet I had reason for questions and doubt

All this time, with much uncertainty

Wondering what it was all about

 

Did I live in eighteen ninety-seven?

That particular year seems so unique

   If I have lived before, somewhere in time

Thus explains my assassin, Angelique

  

As my soul separates

From these mortal remains

My spirit flows so freely

As does this blood from my veins

 

Indeed, I shall wait for Quentin

Another time to start anew

Whilst I leave this earthly domain

Bidding this life... a fond adieu

 

 

 

 

 

              

 L. A. Stone

Copyright  2001