"I shall miss thee, but still thou shalt have freedom." ~ The Tempest, Shakespeare
I Shall Miss Thee
Many years have past since last I saw thee. Yet still I remember.
The ethereal beauty of my elvish spite as you did dance across the stage. A young boy, you, my servant played And I thine Oberon. A greater Dream was ne'er made.
Where art thou, my aerial sprite? Why hast thou not returned to me? Time draws on apace.
I fear I shall not see thee again. And yet one last part I will write for thee, for maybe we shalt together act again, beyond this world on some other stage.
My sweet Puck, I shall miss thee.
A/N: The story behind this? I just finished re-reading a old favourite book of mine and I suddenly have the urge to write something. I began writing and posted it up within a couple of hours. This is the result. Not my usual style at all, but I hope you enjoy.