The Child And The Wilow Tree (part 1)

I woken from a dream this morn
but its image still I see
a blonde haired child in pale blue gown
sat beneath a willow tree
Its saddened branches touch the ground
leaves to heal a world gone wrong
The child sat, quietly reading
with wisdom burdened in sad blue eyes
Written laws of divine decree
read the lonely child beneath the branches of the willow tree

As I waken from this dream
I feel it living inside of me
I try to pass it off as just my vivid imagination
but fear me unworthy of such creation
no matter where I go
through forest, city, river, lake
do I really want to know
how while I’m awake
an image still I see
this lonely child sat beneath a willow tree

I hear whispers in my ear
and walk in their direction
I walk for hours, miles from here
On a hill above the clouds
stands a single tree
as I get closer I see, beneath the branches
a fair haired child robed in blue
joyless pale face, one sweet sunshine never knew
Folded papers in hand
as the child took my ear with modest command

In the darkened shade, amidst the woeful branches
I sat next the child, leaning back against the mighty trunk
Although the child’s voice was humble
not too quiet or too loud
with the diction of a scholar
the understanding of a priest
No fear no love no sorrow
but wisdom non the least
Hands only to work that never get to play
A child who knows tomorrow and brought an end to yesterday

“I’m sorry to infiltrate your dream my friend
I hoped to have your ear to lend
I have a dark and sorried tale to tell
of the demons that derive from Hell
of the injustice’s that rule over time
and I swear this story it be mine
of the things I’m cursed to see
of time gone by and of what will be
Now I know, you know my words be true
for you know I could not lie to you”

After the child had spoken
with a stare that never broken
I look deep into those sad blue eyes
I see a soul that never lies
This honest soul passed me seven pages of a fate
“I trust these words will illuminate
but fear salvation only comes too late
Come and sit beneath the roots with me”
In a hollow in the ground, where the roots had carved a mile down
only the pages lit the darkness, far beneath the willow tree

At a point a long way down
with only darkness all around
the child sat on a small wooden stool
I sat by the child’s feet, on the cold redundant ground
holding the pages the child gave me
I heard a whisper, it whispered “save me”
But I put this out of mind
as curiosity unties the bind
In the darkness I am blind
only the pages can in see, and they read-

Page 1, Sloth....