Talking Owls of Evermore

. . . beneath the bends of Barrymoor . . .
on the southwest winds she chants some more . . .

the clouds scoot by beneath full moon . . .
some say she's crazy like the loon . . .

dressed in Black she cackles back . . .
while tossing ashes from a sack . . .

then she throws her body down . . .
and moans and sobs into the ground . . .

a dagger she does draw it forth . . .
holding high for all it's worth . . .

she shrieks and damns her birth . . .
then plunges it into her heart

. . . so ends the life of the young tart



now the owls come silently in . . .
alighting next to still warm skin . . .

all walk around the disposed young beast . . .
only uttering "Who?" to say the least . . .

then the great owl comes fluttering in . . .
he'd be a giant if he were made of men . . .

he collectively surveys the scene . . .
takes a few steps before he says a thing . . .

"Take her body to Evermore" . . .
the great one orders and implores . . .

and all the owls take to wing . . .
holding the remains of the breathless thing . . .

and take her earthly shell away . . .
to the land as some will say . . .

"To the sacred woods of Evermore" . . .
yes sacredness be in evermore . . .