Talk:Beach/@comment-4055458-20110620200914/@comment-4055458-20110620215429

Walking, Vic pulls his Bronze cased notebook, and pulls a few pages out

He hands her the pages and they read:

Death is a maiden, both lovely and fair, whose prescence is almost as cold as her stare. Her eyes pits of fire, with passion most deep, her kiss is most deadly, most toxic, yet sweet. Her love is most passionate and almost divine, I almost can't wait until I make her mine. When she will be mine, her love mine to keep, until slowly I fall down to my final Sleep.