THE GLASS

8-22-1996

It sits before me, the vile concoction bubbling, as if the fires of Hell itself were beneath it, heating it. The colours were of a dark, purplish colour, a colour one did not normally find in a drink.

But what is the concoction? It is a devil's brew, to use the term here, the recipe for which predates parts of the Bible. The Grimoire from which it comes, De Vermis Mysterious, says it is a potion to grant one immortallity. However, there is a hidden cost. The Grimoire states that whilst the formula does work, the affects could kill a man. It seems that there is a chance that instead of granting one immortallity, it will kill him, kill him in a most violent death.

After much thought, I have decided that I am man enough to try the potion. It sits here before me in a wine glass. It took me two years, scouring the world for the ingredients, and much money to purchase said ingredients. So now here I sit, potion before me, pen in hand, and writing these words upon the paper.

Do I now still possess the courage I had two years ago? Do I dare to quaff a potion, a potion which makes some men immortal, and kills others? Do I dare to dream such, seeing as how immortallity unto itself is death?

Whether I drink the potion or not, heed my words, and do not delve into the darkness. Stay your hand, and never go into the underworld of life.

As for myself, it is far too late, and I go now to drink the potion...