Do not tell this secret, sweet friend of mine
Through thunder or fire,you will walk the line
And dance like a trapeze artist up so high
For secrets are never meant to die.
You will dare not breathe this to a soul
To the sapphire waves you will throw this scroll
Leave it to hit the bottom of the bank,
Or I swear on my life you will walk the plank.
If by chance your tongue deceives you,
This wrath you better believe to be true:
My ghost will follow you until world's end
So keep these words immortal, sweet friend.
Created: Jul 24, 2012wsupteamrocket Document Media