The Glory Tree pt2
The steep was ever silent on that night.
The tree wept like it always did at night.
All seemed normal to a layman,
Never had trouble ever came in
But still the demons stirred and had their fun
For the wind was ever cold and thick as none.
"I don't belong here," the willow told the lord.
The sky then turned to thunder
After those evil words had been uttered,
Legend says it was deja vu,
But only the silence ever knew;
But no one knew the silence:
And on that lonely steep it stood
Nothing but wonder ever could
And if it breaks—oh how it would
My love would break, ever should.
Copyright © Bolted Napkin | Year Posted 2024
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