Under the quaking tree,
A plea for you eyes
A dimming fire was all that could be seen.
Under the restless tree,
A heart sunk and leaped,
All at once.
What remains of your fire is but a tiny ember.
Under the old-wise tree,
Revelations and Realizations made true,
that gentleman's greatest fear.
Your fire is nothing but ash,
And your love but hate.
How under that tree,
the wind howled and shrieked,
as you placed that knife in his chest.
As the river's mouth gaped open.
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