Mourn not and bid me farewell

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