There never was a story of more misery and woe
Not even that Juliet and her lovely romeo
Not Caesar's death at the hands of Brutus
Nor Christ's betrayal by a kiss from Judas
A story surpassed the age'd grace of time
A biter sweet symphony born from a kissing "crime"

Her breath raced faster as she sat among the oaks recalling
In small white puffs they looked lace like, free falling.
The pink beneath her cheeks had long since turned to red
While her pale and slender body laid upon a leafy bed

His lips pursed so tightly while his ears were stained for sound
Eyes locked with hers, praying that they would not be found
He held her close and whispered the purest words of love
None could stop them not those on earth, below, or those above.

But as they kissed and whispered such sweet and idle things
A crowd approached to end the rule of the forest queen and king
Their torches from afar just looked like fireflies alight
The lovers knowing better fled...swiftly into the night.

They ran until it seemed as though their hearts would just give out
While branches scratched and brush scraped flesh and blood about
Tired, torn,and tattered the lovers paused to catch their breath
Would they fail in their endeavor? would they die with no regrets?

She gasped as she knelt upon the cold and harden ground
"Run! Escape! Away from here where you can't be found!"
He looked out into the dark as the mob inched in steady flow
"Without you dear where is it you think that I could go?"

He smirked and lifted her batter frame holding it gently tight
"True love does not quit, we won't go down without a fight."
With new found strength he started running faster then before
His pace it would not last now that the weight was so much more.

A cry of anger surgered across the now burning forest land
The mob was at the lover's heels just waiting for commands
"Burn them! Burn these heathen for their devilish desires
We shall make them pay upon their own beloved oaken pyres."

They caught the lovers by the hair, and head and limbs
Prolonging their suffering by bruised and bloodied skin
They did not beg nor did they plead, not a solitary word
Not until they were tied and set a flame was a noise heard.

They kissed each other earnestly as the flames moved ever in
They did not break even as the flames coerced and licked their skin
As the sun broke though the trees the smoke had all but cleared
Left there was a sight to stir mankind, a sight to be revered

Upon that old oak tree where their fate had been assigned
There stood the lovely lip locked lovers bodies
Divinely Intertwined.