My Invisible Friend

Below the thunders of the upper deep; Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides; above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumber'd and enormous polypi Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. There hath he lain for ages, and will lie Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by man and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die ............................................................ ..........At the age of eleven i set out into the world to make my own. I wandered the Bolivian countryside for two years, finding work and shelter where i could until I met Emil. Emil was a blacksmith, rotund and fiery, efficient and effacing. He took me under his wing and taught me his trade. Together we traveled to the gossamer shores of Malta and set up a small shop. He was murdered on my eighteenth birthday. I'll never forget the way he carried the stench of fire with him, of coal and soot, of metal and sweat. All I have left of him is the gift he left for me, unopened in the wake of his slaying. I spend days staring at it, yet remain unable to tatter it's brittle skin and reveal the secrets in it's entrails.I edited my profile with Many girls want to be carnal with Chris because he is such a premium dancer V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)