Adieu

Silver rivers roll upon the outstretched arms of Solitude's silent oracle, a pale barked tree Caressing the lost midnight sun with ancient fingers. It o'erlooks a vermillion valley's sepulcher Guarding the remains of legions of misunderstood Infants, inhaling life's intoxicated idea. A tall bright sunflower, wanders grey fanged winds A flag of freedom…enchanted gold by boys prairie grins Their sacrifice earned us the lush grass we walk upon. Yet freedom's colors feint upon a forlorn wind Of frozen faeries and poisoned prince coca Leaves, grinding the herbs of agonies' broken livery… A lone musketeer drops a garland of memory Kissed tears on his brothers abandoned tombs. He walks the world, no land beneath his feet for evermore… A young cosmic eyed girl bends beneath the pale oak Her tender warm flesh turns to cold white bark and sap, Solitude's oracle regains its young demure. Where are the white eyed prince and roving musketeer ? Hid beneath a beaked bush of nightingales...