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Crossroads By LadyAxe
I came one night to my dismay Upon the time of final ray The sun had died and darkness fell; Knew I not this path to Hell.
There it stood majestic, wise The Yew tree in its fav'rite guise The wind stirred not, the dust lay still, Yet felt I twinge of writhing chill.
Swaying quietly, to and then fro, Barely moving, branches low I stopped in my wonder and wandering no My yearning to walk on, not being so.
Branches and twigs all twisted and dry Giant the fingers all crooked and high Bowing its bark to meet with mine eyes Questioned my senses for, did I hear cries?
Sanity bade me run to the East Here at the crossroads, gate of the Beast Limbs want not movement, lest I be caught It was my soul, my essence was sought.
Fell from my stance and sat on the ground I saw among roots, the burial mound. What lay beneath me? asked I the Tree Replied it, that it was not my place to see.
On wings of the ravens, saw I the souls, The corpses of badmen plucked full of holes. Rode they the Blackbird as beckoned by Tree To swing in the breeze and laughed they at me!
Unholy, the Yew tree with blood on its bark I prayed for the refuge of sun, killed by dark. Hearing the shrieks from the criminals, hung Losing my temper, my swansong was sung.
Into the night and onto the West Fled I with angels, my deeds confessed, But Sin held my ankles and Guilt rode my back The tree held me ransom for faith that I lacked.
And under the moon and glittering stars, Nursing my freshly gained blisters and scars, The tree told me stories of horrors, so foul Amidst all the tales, 'twas the wolf's howl that scowled.
My blood fed the Yew tree, the tree of the Dead The Hangman had grown it, with malice being wed. Slowly I crawled, but the dead heard me go They summoned me back on the wings of the Crow.
Inside of me felt I the rise of the gloom My eyes were the cage, my body the tomb And moonlight had painted my blood into pitch Too late were my prayers, the trust of a witch.
No angel would come here, the crossroads are damned No light for the darkest, no hope from the Lamb. No blessing, no help, deliv'rence denied The Devil's my outcome, reluctant his bride.
The wind was my refuge, it cooled now my thought My tongue was on fire for lies I had wrought The searing of skin and ligaments torn, The tree held me fast, on nightmares I's borne.
I begged for forgiveness ; the road that I chose Repented the hate for my fellows and foes, But naught was the symp'thy, compassion was nil My pleading was now like the ones I had killed.
The hangman did smite me for wages I owed And mark of the cursed upon me bestowed The crossroads eternally I would call home The night be my maze, my soul in to roam.
So leave ye, my friends, make haste to the Light The crossing road meets, be not here for Night! Choose not to waste all the choice you possess The wrong road at night will result you far less.
Pray, see me this night in the Yew tree on high I sway and I rock to the withering sky Please do not linger, the crossroads’ to fear, Beseech I you, leave, for the Devil is here!
Copyright © 2007 LadyAxe. Posted with permission.
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