Beware the broken willow.
For its vines doth sweep,
Over empty space.
Between thee.

It sways,
Silently creaking,
On it's woolen bark.

Methinks it to attack,
Become alive.
As my dragon at my side.

With a puff of smoke,
Jerusalem see's the marks,
This willow hath endured.
During the war..

Beware the Weeping willow,
for it's tears can drown.
Can drown out the sweetest sound..