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Ways down in town of Witch Street there was a Princess-Tree

Was elegant with flowers of lavender color

Born up as kid with nature’s love
Hanging leaves in the gust with raising brushwood’s
Days passed away with dawn and moon
Witches in Witch Street were viewing with smile in brims.
She grew up above and above with her dreams
she raised her branches up to heaven with love

As she grew one of her gust was in golden color
she didn’t highly distinct it.

Days and seasons changed with fear

She was wondering why I am alone in this witch street

She noticed a yellow maple with hats hanging on brushwood’s
she twinkled with her eyes and welcomed yellow maple
Along with the days as friends they fall in love

Romance was born and resulted with sign for love

They named her as red maple with love
Red maple even had a golden leaf even hangs on her gust
on the lights of dusk she was playing with her mother

Witches came near by and was going to pluck the
Golden leafs on Princess, but
Hands of witch plucked out red maple’s leaf
Storms lighted up, gust moved around with fire

Princess hold her into her hands and closed her eyes
But red maple turned into red woods and disappeared
Princess cried loudly and raised her brushwood’s
and she torn witch into pieces and thrown

Up above the clouds the witch shattered around
Princess cried out of heart at loud with tears
and screamed for her little heart

Yellow maple hugged Princess  and said

Our red maple won’t come back
And though we should leave this world
My red maple……. they cried loud
With falling  leaves and dried  tears
They  died out  with lasting love.

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Birthday Greetings  

As themes show signs of natures stay,

And times propitious dates hold sway,

The evidence augurs your bloom,

From sculptured years that now have hewn

A shapened belle upon a theme,

Appears today, your beauty’s seam,

Enjoined! auspicious perfect pair,

The past, has futured you so fair.

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Your Visions Standing Here

Mine eyes beheld your beauty,

My thoughts remember how,

Your loveliness I cherish,

Where ever you are now,

And in my heart I know you,

Always to be near,

Because your vision glories,

My picture of you clear,

And while this life we passage,

Your bloom will help me bear,

My feelings for you, waiting,

Until your standing here.

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Poet’s notes : The story of our man, illustrated in the letter, is very abstract. The lines must not be taken literally or physically, in the man’s interactions with the tree and the experiences he goes through. I didn’t want to restrict the reader’s imagination. It is written in such a way, that you join the dots in your own unique way. What is this key? Maybe it’s a fruit from this accursed vampyric tree, maybe it is an actual key that opens a door inside the tree where the man enters. Maybe the roaming soul mentioned at the beginning of the poem possesses the man, and inhabits his mind with all these thoughts of him being a tree, it’s all up to the reader. I found similarities in the nature of trees that are vampyric in my opinion that I wanted to exploit ,away from the traditional ‘bat-tale’. The bottom line of this piece that I really want to emphasize is this: What if vampirism isn’t just merely a bat-bite? What if it’s something more? A biological or metaphorical mutation of pure human emotions and feelings like lust, greed and power. My endeavor in this piece is to explore those emotions and emphasize on human frailty and weakness, realization of the vanity, of the beautiful promise of immortality and then ending the letter with melancholy remorse.Thus, the opening line “Someone died of looking too far”, Hope I delivered such ideas into your mind and thanks for reading.

“Someone died of looking too far”

The forest near Golgoltha is like flesh to a bone,
It’s been there since the beginnings of time.
Now that flesh bleeds and the bone’s become weak,
The trees hold sway to an ancient rhyme.
Maybe from a pebble, maybe a stone,
A soul began to roam seeking different forms.
And maybe it gathered a lust for immortality
Even greed!
All that is certain is the blackness,
of this seed.
Now it lurks within an oak tree,
In the forest of Golgoltha
Where no one is to wander free.
But as the fate’s tragic strings do play,
A man happened to go astray.
A man with a character, who’s ever hungry,
Ever in need for more!
That never finds rest,
Never reaches shore.
They say he met his end,
Leaving behind him only a note,
buried underneath a tree,
In the forest of Golgoltha,
where no one is to wander free.

“There is a key,
Beneath the tree,
Made from its morbid leaves,
It reveals an ever-open door of unease.

Its branches shape my twisted thoughts,
And I crave what the trees really sought.
But entering is agony to the world untaught,
Of control, anger and remorse,
And I will be the center of its knot.

I realize I’m more,
As I dance in its rain,
I’m angelic!
Yet truthfully vain,
I perceive my dark strains,
I see them reflected on a tiny sand grain.

They are trees,
Rotten pulp inside and never well.
Roots sucking, ever-growing, undying thirst!
Tired boughs* reaching for the light.

Decadent, Taking from others to live.
Bound forever to marvel at death.

And now I have become like them,
Sucking crimson fluid through a hollow stem.
Driven by hunger, weak in the light
Never at ease, roaming the night.

An unfettered beast within me,
Claiming sovereign control.
I pace deserted roads to find,
A refreshing taste of hope.

This is now my home that will,
hungrily devour my own name,
and my soul gladly kill,
with no deep enough, a grave.

While the moon is riding high
A veiled feeling is flaking inside
Where beauty sleeps in the lap of horror!

I feel the dark
I feel the dark…”

Lights are shutting out in the way of darkness

Ways are moving away from the land marks

Why you pointed out me?

The distances are not closer either

Wave length always move in the breeze

Why do you follow me?

Climbing all the way for the hill side

Sticking all around for a shelter

Why did you scream all around the snow?

Making all dough for the late night

Heating up all the woods in between

Where did you go without saying?

I searched you all around with fire

But none saw your face I noticed

Who were you?

Today is winter, another change in season

But after all seasons I didn’t see you

I expect a following, a screaming

But now it is time to sit quiet,

For me to believe that you were my kid

Once I was forced to destroy and run back

Miles and miles.

 

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