Hereby I bind you; with my words will I find you
Now that the time has come let me drown
No more do I feel bound, no more I smell the hounds
Of fear, those ugly smears, in the cacophony of axes
I remember those times when in trees were our hopes
I remember them for one last time before I let you alone
Wandering alongside those meadows, sacred
Which, in time, will weave the folklore
Lay me on those flowery beds, oh woodland kin
Lay me on the grass, soaked in night’s sweat
That instead dew from the leaves; my soul evaporates
And rains upon you, washing your pains away
You’ll have my will and strength when you’ll offer me this forever bed
Eyes of yours will not be wet, but a contention will be seen
For, off the god’s screen, is everything serene
You are gifting your prized possession to the land you love
Pick my shell and carry my soul; for life anew, I now wish to know
I’ll see the light of existence, but when you let me go
Only when with your hands and heart you depart me
And let me travel back to you from these deathly lands
I will return; I assure you
Not in human skin, but somewhere in this greenish hue
You will someday find me, but staring at the blue
Furthermore, till eternity survives, I shall be with you
Originally published on StoryMirror