Deja Vu Again

Like a wailing scream of grief that pierces my very soul, i hear your cry, i feel your heart. I know who you are, for we have lived and died and fought a thousand battles. I remember the days of old when i was a servant under your command. And as we sailed upon the Mayflower into the rising sun. I remember the Scottish highlands as we frolic in the hay in the ancient days of the Celts. I remember when i was your knight in shining armour, and you were my lady of distress. I remember the streets of London during the days of the great plague, as you lay dying in my arms, and i wept bitter tears of grief. I remember all of these things. For the bond that binds us is eternal and can never be destroyed. I know who you are.