marycatelli (marycatelli) wrote,
marycatelli
marycatelli

Into the woods my Master went

Into the woods my Master went,
clean forspent, forspent,
into the woods my Master came,
forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to him.
the little grey leaves were kind to him,
the thorn tree had a mind to him,
when into the woods he came.

Out of the woods my Master came
and he was well content;
out of the woods my Master came,
content with death and shame.
When death and shame would woo him last,
from under the trees they drew him last,
'twas on a tree they slew him last
when out of the woods he came.
Tags: days: lent
Subscribe

Recent Posts from This Journal

  • smugglers

    They were supposed to be a scene. The smugglers appeal to the new queen to have the tariffs lowered with the promise they would become honest…

  • a sequel looms

    Haven't even finished the first sequel, and it's suggesting a third story in the sequence. Suggesting it very vaguely. If one witch is taken out,…

  • once upon a christening

    A fairy who had not been invited showed up to the christening. So she shows up and curses the princess to sleep for a century. Politics are behind…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments