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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Weeping Ash Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash; Break my heart and all my hopes crash. Let your gnarled knuckles crack and creak; Let your contorted mouth still shriek Silently. Come under my dark canopy In the storm’s hidden harmony. My dancing leaves eddy and swirl As my elegant arms unfurl. Now twisted in agonised peace And calm, you could my soul release. Let the inveigling lights shudder In the gloom and muted thunder Invitingly. Come nest in that knotted branch, Where all your hopes and despair dance. The laughter of children resound, Echoes lost in the coming cloud. Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash; Break my heart and all my hopes crash. Leaves curl, twirl and wave gracefully, Fascinating Sirens singing Enticingly. Come as the branches sway and dance And with my sweet music entrance. Forgetting the true path, we sail And the wild wind-lashed leaves prevail. Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash; Break my heart and all my hopes crash. Your bark could be my ship of death, Sailing over hazards beneath Protectively. Come where the still air is cool. My contorted branches whirlpool The shadows and rocky darkness, Where souls are saved from despondence. Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash; Break my heart and all my hopes crash. Cradle my weight in your dark heart, Rock me to sleep as I depart Contentedly. A strange kind of dark fruit I bear, Ripening all who seek and dare. A suspended apple, hardened By winter winds and icy hail. A sweet fruit saved or earthwards hurled, Seduced or eternally hurt.
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