Once, long ago, in a time far away,
Where nighttime did glimmer as brightly as day,
I sat with my love ‘neath a blossoming tree;
The moon in the sky hung at perfect degree.
I studied an owl, a beautiful bird,
But a forlorn rasp from her throat then I heard.
I shifted my gaze from the bird to my love
And tried to ignore the whooing above.
I touched her cheek, her skin so soft,
With a gasp, she raised her eyes aloft.
I studied her beautiful, gentle face,
So delicate and fine, like Chantilly lace.
I stroked a lock of her quivering blonde hair
And gave a kind smile to my lover so fair.
A hot, salty tear ran down her cheek;
She tried to moan, but she was too weak.
My love’s dear life, I held in my hand,
Her heart and her soul was mine to command.
In my mind there was something resembling guilt,
Threatening to crumble the wall I had built….