The woods were green,
And full of fragrance,
I wandered searching,
For my beast,
My demons freely,
Took a chance,
Upon my soul,
To take a feast.
I grew weary,
And tired still,
On the path,
I trod on,
My sight grew dim,
Yet was a will,
To overcome,
And carry on.
Behold! I saw,
The beast appear,
Resplendent, blinding,
As I drew near.
Her name was Ashmeth,
She stirred my soul,
And left nothing,
But an empty hole.
She looked upon me,
As a child,
And I felt like,
Twice the man,
Innocent thoughts,
Thus defiled,
Somewhere else,
They grew and ran.
And then my demons,
Found a voice,
"In her you must rejoice".
And so did reason,
With sweet abandon,
Give way to passion,
And evensong.
As darkness fell,
I fell from grace,
No more man,
Just a beast,
Yet in the morning,
He rose again,
He said to me,
"Travel East".
I could not hear,
Still His calling,
To Ashmeth,
I had lost my will.
In her beauty,
I forgot my duty,
Eastward bound,
I no more was.
My demons grew,
Strong within me,
No longer could I,
See the cause.
And soon I had,
Taken root,
In the forest,
Of her love.
I blossomed,
Flourished,
Grew removed.
And there was,
Ashmeth,
In evensong.
