Under This Tree, She Used To Stand

Like a living idol, unheard of, or and unseen; A goddess in South-Indian Temple. Like a painting, The Greek kings adorned their castle walls with Or like a fairy in a wintery moony midnight Waiting clandestinely, her monster lover. Afar in a vale, after the dark woods, Where’s abode of none Amidst the horrendous hollows, and the ‘oaring winds, Wild weeds, thorny bushes ,weathered rocks and fallen fir.