Post by Lomelindo on Feb 8, 2006 8:19:06 GMT -5
It gets a bit erotic towards the end hehe 
Beneath the Tree
Caught within this world of dreams
Where hidden light a shadow seems
Moonbeams play nocturnal strings
As a lonely figure sadly sings
Clad in black and dressed in Night
Driven by hunger's endless flight
Phantom crows about him swirling
As he stands with madness burning
Raising hands he bids farewell
As wounds delivered begin to swell
The wounds that will forever burn
The wheel of pain will now turn
Through ice and shadow and blood divine
Numbered as are the sands of Time
Drops of life become a torrent
Is this what is to be a aborrhent?
He leaves a shell, a mortal coil
Before his feet, his heart in turmoil
Toward him flies a bloodstained dove....
Is this a judgement from above?
Landing on a barren bough
He asks the dove : Who are thou?
The dove perches silent, so serene
Oh what could this sad omen mean?
A harsh reminder of freedom lost
Everlasting life, but at what cost?
The dove's countenance seemed so sad
Alas! he thought "I AM mad"
Then from the dove he turned away
In this place he could not bear to stay
But then he saw a maiden fair
Cloaked in sorrow with ashen hair
She beckoned with a white hand
To dance and feed upon all the land
He came to her with stealthy feet
Who be thee?! he did entreat
Doest thou not remember me?
Who made thee long ago beneath this tree...
So young so eager to embrace
You left to roam without a trace
But now again it is you I found
I hear your sorrow though you make no sound.
They then engaged in nocturnal dance
To feed on mortal Men whom they entrance
Each night they feed in ecstatic swoon
As they lay entwined beneath the Moon.
Moderator Note: I am sorry, but the eroticism was too extreme for the site. I left in as much as I could of the last paragraph.
Brandybuck
Beneath the Tree
Caught within this world of dreams
Where hidden light a shadow seems
Moonbeams play nocturnal strings
As a lonely figure sadly sings
Clad in black and dressed in Night
Driven by hunger's endless flight
Phantom crows about him swirling
As he stands with madness burning
Raising hands he bids farewell
As wounds delivered begin to swell
The wounds that will forever burn
The wheel of pain will now turn
Through ice and shadow and blood divine
Numbered as are the sands of Time
Drops of life become a torrent
Is this what is to be a aborrhent?
He leaves a shell, a mortal coil
Before his feet, his heart in turmoil
Toward him flies a bloodstained dove....
Is this a judgement from above?
Landing on a barren bough
He asks the dove : Who are thou?
The dove perches silent, so serene
Oh what could this sad omen mean?
A harsh reminder of freedom lost
Everlasting life, but at what cost?
The dove's countenance seemed so sad
Alas! he thought "I AM mad"
Then from the dove he turned away
In this place he could not bear to stay
But then he saw a maiden fair
Cloaked in sorrow with ashen hair
She beckoned with a white hand
To dance and feed upon all the land
He came to her with stealthy feet
Who be thee?! he did entreat
Doest thou not remember me?
Who made thee long ago beneath this tree...
So young so eager to embrace
You left to roam without a trace
But now again it is you I found
I hear your sorrow though you make no sound.
They then engaged in nocturnal dance
To feed on mortal Men whom they entrance
Each night they feed in ecstatic swoon
As they lay entwined beneath the Moon.
Moderator Note: I am sorry, but the eroticism was too extreme for the site. I left in as much as I could of the last paragraph.
Brandybuck
