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The Mighty Oak.
Deep in the dark wood
Where the mighty oak grows
Beneath the green moss
That's topped with fresh snow
In a cold, shallow grave
There sleeps poor Marie
Once lay with her true love
But now feeds the tree
Been so many springs
Since she drew her last breath
But seldom is seen
So much beauty from death
For the snowdrops that bloom
On her rotting remains
Now mark out that place
A cold grave with no name
Where once her true love
Gave a last sweet embrace
Then stabbed her to death
Shovelled dirt on her face
He loved her too much
To let such beauty bloom
Just to wither with age
So she rests in the gloom
Deep in the dark wood
On his small patch of shame
She's remembered forever
While winds whisper her name
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 - 2018.
http://originaldarkpoetry.com/the-mighty-oak/
Published 18th May 2018
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