The oak

Written by: Johan Poet

There, to the nearby oak looms a stagnant figure
yet, timelessly afar, lorn.

Beware the ulterior pond!
I tasted the water, wherein you bathed in the dawn

and the taste of that water, evoked a sudden williwaw 
I gently drank this nepenthe, which I did not own

but now, I yen to withdraw this burden
utterly lies in this bosom

soon annihilate
the wrath of my demon.