Crystal Tears

As the sparrow impales upon the thorn,

the phone rings with in a score.

Of life and love of legend lore.

A bird of flight with wind aside,

Of lands lost in fairy tide,

knights, the princess bride.

All with in one fallen word,

after the phone receiver heard,

thorns crushed the bird.

Of centuries lost and loved,

oil spilt for the price of blood,

making a reality of mud.

No tears for the fallen one,

no memories of the broken son,

no future for unsworn.

As stars will sparkle in the sky,

somber dreams in memories lie,

with the celestial eye.

In silence the willow tree,

crystal tears will freeze,

As the princesses heart will seize.

For once the knight is gone,

as written in history.

Her fate is sealed,

she no longer be free.

As you follow this tale of woe,

nay you pretend to know.

The love that the two they kept,

for when he fell,

the heavens wept.

Removing the tears from her eyes;

placing them in the tree to crystallize.

For centuries and the end of time,

no longer a princess shall you find.

A woman of stature, truth, grace.

With hallow eyes and a painted face.

For none shall be able to replace.