'Neath the Weeping Willow Trees

      
i met her      
in a waking dream      
as i walked beside      
the sylvar stream      
whose chattering laughter      
shifted suddenly      
into a sylvar pool      
of enchanted silence      
a mirrored glaze      
in muted      
misty      
dawning rays      
      
her cascading mane      
a crimson flare      
sea-green eyes      
alluring stare      
my heart stopped      
to see her there      
reposed      
'pon a verdant      
garden lee      
beside      
the misting sylvar mere      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
dahlia lips      
whispering desire      
vermilion plunder      
splayed      
spellbound      
by her charms      
heart pounding      
thundering      
captured      
i stay      
an' wi' faire      
lithesome beauty      
lay      
'pon a lush      
an' vibrant field      
beside      
the misting sylvar mere      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
we lay there      
lost in time      
locked      
in the silence      
of kindred minds      
an' i knew her name      
tho she spoke it not      
sipped i then      
the misty      
morning dew      
from precious lips      
that from me drew      
all that i      
ever thought      
or felt      
or knew      
'pon the grasses      
lush and green      
beside      
the softly glowing mere      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
soft sings      
the whippoorwill      
the meadowlark      
an' mourning dove      
their voices      
weaving spells      
for lover's      
yearning hearts      
in the meadow      
by the way      
where my love an' i      
do lay      
entwined    
'pon the sylvan shore      
beside      
the shining crystal lake      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
alas      
the dawning days      
were passing      
when came malevolence      
within    
a thund'ring tempest      
lightnings      
rent      
their ragged gashes      
'cross the heaven's      
stygian passes      
      
an' from those      
gnawing caverns      
spewed      
a raging      
howling      
demon's brood      
an' down flew they      
by the sylvar stream      
where my love      
and i      
entranced      
did lay      
beside      
the mystic sylvar lake      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
then from my arms      
vile creatures tore      
my lifesong      
my heart's blood      
my one      
and only love      
her      
scintillating form      
they ripped      
her      
silent - piercing - cries      
bleeding      
thru my soul    
and took her they    
far from this      
battered      
desert shore      
as her soundless      
painful      
chorus fades      
an' leaves me      
here alone      
to stand      
'pon the shifting      
lifeless sands      
beside      
the sylvar lake of tears      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
the meadowlark      
her spellsong sings      
thru ebon winter's      
weathering      
the silver stream      
her laughter froze      
this heart      
once fire      
a souless stone      
      
so now this raven      
winged      
doth fly      
to scour the bruised      
an' shadowed skies      
to find my dove      
an' bring her home      
to lay      
'pon the frozen stones    
beside      
the darkened sylvar tarn      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
thru timeless age      
an' dangerous realms      
i followed      
her silent      
morbid      
ravenings      
as her grisly      
mewling pleas      
hollowed out my soul      
'til at last      
i found her      
chained an' bound      
lost      
deep within      
peculiar planes      
an' baneful realms      
far from      
the laughing sylvar stream      
far from      
the weeping willow trees      
      
her lament      
of bitter tears      
an' fear      
sliced      
thru my defenses      
a doomed      
pernicious heart      
she was      
wandering      
thru deepest depths      
where madness reigns      
all hope destroyed      
hell's minions      
reveled
unconstrained      
      
my dove      
called i      
my love      
'tis i      
once more      
thrice more    
time    
and time again      
till finally      
she hearkened      
to my voice      
      
true love      
recall us      
you and i      
dancing      
thru ageless realms      
consider us      
twirling      
under heaven's wings      
she
spinning
at my fingertips
 
an' i    
drew her then      
breathless      
into my arms      
ambrosia lips      
her sweet alms      
from her dark pain      
i did drink      
of her      
malignant sorrow      
i did partake    
my questing      
thirsting hunger      
willingly  
did i sate    
gathering all      
her shattered pieces      
from those altered      
blighted      
reaches
      
chains      
now broken      
i carried her
'pon wings      
of true love's      
sylvar light      
far from      
these darksworn legions      
into      
the dawning night's      
farthest regions      
      
an' there      
close by      
the laughing      
whispering      
sylvar stream      
lay her gently      
'pon the verdant    
flowing shore      
beside the gleaming    
slyvar mere      
'neath      
the weeping willow trees      
      
under glimmering      
starlit heavens      
sing      
the whippoorwill      
the meadowlark      
an' mourning dove      
whose soulful songs      
compose      
for yearning lovers      
charms of hope      
where pools      
the laughing      
sylvar stream      
whose mirrored gaze      
draws us deep within      
celestial      
starlit      
wanderings      
   
as the wind      
whispering  
sighs      
thru our hearts    
as we lay entwined      
'pon a verdant garden lee      
beside    
our misting sylvar mere      
'neath    
our silent      
weeping    
willow trees      
       
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