I am a prey being cornered by my hunters. If I reveal my secrets They will spill my blood And countless others. But if I don't they will **** me And still, find the others.
His eyes burst like an infinity of stars. How I wish I could hold just one. However, his stars shine for someone else. I can tell in his constellations.
His stars are far away So in this darkness, I will stay.
Dear Willow by the stream Why do you whisper of things that have been? Your secrets old as lore Legend or actuality Is the question.
Dear Willow tell me your secrets Of the past wars. Whose blood stained your trunk? Whose initials are scraped from that heart? Murmur about the skeletons under your roots.
Dear Willow speak of me To my kin and their kin and many after. Tell of my melancholy heart And my downhearted loneliness. Speak of me my dear Willow like none before.