A secret ball in the forest floor,
Held every day in the soft hour,
None gave the invitation around,
The 'secret' in the secret ball,
Taken so resolutely profound.
The prosaic rhythm of the ball,
Lulled the joy to a hopeless call,
The fireflies twinkled and dwindled,
The mellow hum tinkled and ebbed,
The forest floor sighed in longing,
Waiting for his promised bride.
One day on her leisurely errand,
Pregnant moon mother looked down,
Upon the forest lad lovelorn and lost,
Her silvery glow reached out slow,
Fondled the forest lad soaked in sorrow,
Promised the lad a companion soon,
In the months of aphelion moon,
She whispered to the babe in her belly,
About the forest lad in a viridian suit,
She felt a tiny limb touch her womb,
The fetus's promise its first to its pal.
Months peered at the forest as it passed,
The forest lad grew forlorn and tall,
In height and for the eager sight.
On a night when the moon shone bright,
A young maiden followed the light,
She walked and walked, treaded soft,
On the silvery trail, her mother lead,
Curiosity swam in her fish-like eyes,
As she stepped into the forest land,
Swirl of fireflies greeted her to the ball.
She gasped at the ethereal glimpse,
Blushed, deep and shy when she met,
The lad dressed in deep viridian shade,
The dappled moonlight lit his frame,
Telling her child that he's her twin flame,
The Child smiled at woman she became,
The forest bowed to the damsel in front,
The rustle of leaves and chirps of birds,
A hitching tune for their eyes to meet,
Years of longing and wait melted her ice,
It broke the clods on his earthen eyes.
A tear slipped down the Lady's cheek,
And touched the forest's heart beneath,
Turning it mushy with a lovely feel,
The forest shivered in the grand reveal.
Her heart in harmony with the lad,
Hummed a tune of beloved's slang,
A serene smile grazed her rosebud lips,
She raised her hands, closing her eyes,
Swayed on her feet, her anklets alight,
Her graceful feet disturbed his litters,
Imbued him with the dawn of love jitters.
Her slender hands swirled in the air,
Entrancing his heart to Kneel for her,
She whirled and laughed, breathing,
As fresh and bright as the new dawn.
Conjuring emotions he had never felt,
Like the divine rain evoked in his chest,
The secret ball commenced at last,
The lad felt blessed she was his consort.
He kissed her forehead every morning,
Collected dewdrops of fragrant flowers,
For her to shower in the dreamy hours,
He hated to tame her dark, wild hair,
So he tucked it lovingly with a tame bud.
Years of merriment worn his sorrow,
To a sweetheart as rich as mallow,
She danced every day, asked for the tales
Of faraway Kingdoms, From the flappy
Little birds that fly to their dome,
All was hale and gale until she fell,
He sensed the eternal tiredness,
Creep up her skin, wrecking his heart,
He nursed her when she lay ill on his lap,
Lullabied her pain away when she cried.
The moon mother came back in winter,
Not as a kind mother the lad well knew,
Her dark robes hid the serene light,
Once smoothed his edges from blight.
Her gloomy face, brooding gait murmured,
Her purpose, the fear he dreads in the crest,
To take his Selene from him for the last,
Shattering the fragile home he built,
With the precarious intruder the death,
The dark face of the mother frightened him,
He wrapped his maiden in his trembling arms,
Trying to hide her from the dark.
It choked her, her inability to fight it,
For him, her breath refused to help,
She stilled to whisper her last secret,
Reining death rattle with the cords of love,
"You keep me far if you mourn,
rejoice for me and I shall cross,
the abyss to reach your arms."
She smiled, clutching his viridian suit.
A hopeful goodbye was her gift.
The forest screamed, quacked in agony, but,
Hushed forthwith to let her sleep in harmony,
He shed the viridian suit she so loved,
To swaddle her in a shroud of his yearning,
The warmth fondled her mortal form,
The earth of his impregnated in her quintessence,
The forest birthed a bleeding heart in the spring.
That night in the Silent forest,
A sliver of dappled moonlight shone feeble,
On the baby bleeding heart blossom red,
The forest father kissed the beautiful child,
His hope soared for the return of his bride,
He dressed for the ball tonight.
A secret ball in the forest floor,
Held every day in the soft hour,
The fireflies twinkled and dwindled,
The mellow hum tinkled and ebbed,
The forest floor sighed and longed,
Waiting for his promised bride.
To nurse their child.
THE BLEEDING HEART FLOWER
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