The Old Willow
Six feet under the old willow
Worms and maggots eat away
At our love, or was it hate
I can't really say
On his flesh dancing demons dine
Under that old willow
Dust and bone blowing away
All our love, or was it hate
I can't really say
Lay a rose
That will soon wilt away
Escape in my grotesque prose
While you rot away
Six feet under the old willow
Nothing more shall grow
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