Tree of Despair

Tree of Despair





The
knowledge of that which I do not possess, the love of she who does not return
love. The pinnacle of passion and the pinnacle of loneliness. It is at the
roots of this Tree of Despair that I currently rest my weary soul. My earthly
body has long ago decayed beneath this now changed hill, but this tree from
which my body once hung has remained almost exact.


They tied
the noose around my neck as she watched, a cold demeanor of hers that tore
deeply into my troubled soul. As the hangman recited the crimes that I was
convicted of, a smile of victory formed on the face of the man standing next to
her, and I knew then, the loss of all hope – the meaning of mal-existence. It
was that man who had stolen the heart of her for which my body longed, and he
who had appealed to the court against my innocence.


Even as I
lay my soul down amongst the roots of this ancient tree, the memories of my
trial of long ago still haunt me. Oh sadness, how begged innocence, but the
money of my adversary far outweighed my please of denial, as it had bought her
heart. The very clink of cold coin that excited those of piggish wealth freezes
my soul over in wave upon wave of endless depression, and I often ponder the
reason for which I am being punished thusly.


Wizardry,
they called it, and the image of my demise still appears in my nightmares. A
simple walking staff carved with ancestral runes was their basis for
conclusion, and from there on I knew my life to be forfeit. Bound and gagged, I
was imprisoned until my final day of life, the day of my trial. The despair
that my soul endured throughout that final day of forgotten history has long
since devoured me, and my soul has fallen into a deep depression through which
I see only one thing – her cold face staring heartlessly at my corpse as it
hung from the Tree of Despair.

It's so beautiful it could be a song! Have you thought about putting music to those words?

Hmmm...I doubt I'll be able to do it, but I'll think about it

=P