I waited for him by the old sacred tree, but he never showed.
The lie he told me was quite too bold.
Ancient Crykee smirked
with great mirth
showing me her evil worth.
She said her twigged friends altered his path
but he’ll never do the math.
Wandering in circles, and twisted lanes
will come to naught for a man with no brains
He fought to attain
the smile of the stranger with no name.
She’d previously crossed his path, sad and remorseful
searching for a touch of happiness
even just a morsel.
He swore to himself he’d get to her, no matter what it took
but he found himself lost in a book.
Under a strange tree, he thought formed words
“Listen, stay, of these words you’ve heard,”
Stumped,he looked at the tree
and yelped aloud, “it’s looking at me.”
“Of course I am,
for you will be damned,
if you ever try to look for her,
you’ll go crazy, and memories will become a blur.
She is one of us, rooted and lonely she’ll stay
a wizard put her under a spell on a bright noonday
he devised a plan to take her away from us
partly because of his insatiable lust.”
“But she is my heart, I gave her that red wrap
if you keep opposing me, all it takes is a snap
to separate you from the Sister’s Twigs
now I’ll be on my way watch me dance this jig.”
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