Once again finding myself with no idea what to write, I just started stringing rhymes together.  Sometimes, allowing my mind to wander off and do it’s own thing frees it up to write a far better story than any I might conciously construct.

I hope you enjoy the result.

Lover On The Hill

A tree grows there upon the hill,
Where met my love and I.
A breeze blows there I feel it still,
Beneath a clear blue sky.

I saw her first upon the hill,
I loved her at first sight.
My heart knew then she was the one,
No choice could be more right.

I would spend all my time with her,
Beneath her hilltop tree.
We knew not time nor season there,
My fae consort and me.

My friends all said this should not be,
Some lines should not be crossed.
I would not heed I could not change,
Once found she’d not be lost,

The truth be told I did not wish,
To lose her anyway,
If not for hate we’d be there still,
Unto this very day,

My friends grew more concerned with time,
Concern then turned to fear.
They hatched a plot to cut me lose,
From She I held most dear.

They came with iron and with fire,
To end my lady fae.
And as she died although I lived,
My soul was ripped away.

I steal away with rope in hand,
One last time climb our hill.
I will not live without my fae,
I’ll stay upon our hill.

Cheers, Winston