~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 2) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
When then a subtle single shift,
A lifting of the gloom,
Twas if sunlight reappeared, or
Darkness left some room.
I wasn’t sure as I gazed,
Through haze to where he’d stood,
But the hatted scarecrow,
Had left the darkly wood.
In his stead a woman knelt,
Knelt weeping on the floor.
She paused to pray but briefly,
Before shedding tears some more.
Beside a graveside softly sighing,
In dappled shade of Yews,
Here her hands busied tidying,
Dying flowers, blackened blooms.
Weathered headstone granite grim,
Chiselled, grizzled, letters dim,
To one unknown whose body lay,
Six-foot deep in soils of grey.
With tender touch thin fingers traced,
Soft lips mouthed a name,
“Nevermore,” she quietly said,
“Come back to me again.”
Spilling tears she looked at me,
“I am the Nightingale,” said she,
“Whose love lies lost beneath the sea,”
“Whose heart is lost to melancholy.”
“Twas early morn at crack of dawn,”
“When three stole him away,”
“Beat, bound, hung him high,”
“Until first light next day.”
“Then cut down, spliced into four,”
“Scattered across the forest floor,”
“But not his heart, for that was locked,”
“Inside a sunken metal box.”
When then she showed her palm to me,
Where-in there lay a tarnished key,
Twas old and gold and radiant,
Fashioned most beautifully.
“For thee,” said she slowly rising,
“So as to go where I cannot be:”
“Unlock the box beneath the sea,”
“Set-free his heart,” said she.
Her words faded upon a breeze,
Short, sudden, moving quickly,
One moment there, the next she’d gone –
But for the echo of a Nightingale’s song.
I paused to ponder, to reflect upon,
All she said, all that happened.
What had I witnessed? What did I see?
Everything was complete mystery!
I wondered why she’d come to me,
How I’d help her destiny.
“And what of the box found under the sea?”
“Where Nevermore’s heart is bound?”
I felt confused but yet quite certain,
I’d find more beyond this forest curtain: or else,
Why did I have eyes to see?
Why else reveal this mystery?
Someway ahead a pathway led,
Eased down through forest trees,
I turned towards it with intention,
Of moving-on from this location.
I took long strides in that direction,
When something glinting caused distraction,
And there before me on the floor,
A key of gold to free Nevermore.
Said key of gold, ornate and old,
Was formed so perfectly,
A polished blade, toothed, well-made,
Its bow inlaid with ivory.
With key in hand and curiosity,
Pushing, pulling, impelling me,
I headed down the phantom track,
Decision made, no turning back.
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 1) precedes this post. Part 3 to follow shortly ~