The Quest

The quest I played sweet songs of love Yet the strings threw flames borrowed from hell itself I cried tears of blood and screamed like a banshee Wandered the Moors, the woods The desolate wilderness Watched the seasons unfold The dry dead earth gushing forth with life The life ebbing out letting winters reign supreme Saw the beauty of a butterfly emerging from pupa Behled petals of a flower carried away by winds The miracles of life and death Birth and re birth....the eternal circle Yet my heart ached and throbbed like a swollen blister For what is beauty without the sight of beloved What is love without someone to share it with....