******Part One: The Rising******

Seven Oak trees form a ring
Roots entwined in corpse of kings
Old as songs the Pharaohs sing
Sleep here-feel the poison sting

Blood tinted earth murmurs sweet,
“End life’s torture-stop heart’s beat.”

Offer not to be turned down

******Part Two: The Whisper******

Midnight visitor cries out

“Should I use the rope or blade?”
“Poison, whip, or wooden stave?”

The oaks demand blood and say,
“Your blood is what you will pay
Mingle crimson in the clay.”
And so I mixed red with gray

******Part Three: The Sacrifice******

Oak leaves green as priceless jade
Skin breaks under the sweet blade
Still she’s silent in the shade
Licking blood from scratch she’s made

Starlight shatters o’re her form
In her eye, celestial storm

Traces veins so grave-she wanes

******Part Four: The Girl******

Rigor mortis frozen smile

Sleeping over Oak Grove grave
Kiss of Death the one I crave

Seven Oak trees sweetly moan
Breathe in scent of Oaken Grove
Taste the blood in earthy cove
Ring of Oak forever home

******Part Five: The Boy******

From his self he tries to hide
Darkest monsters live inside
Brokenhearted words have cried,
“Kiss the lips of suicide.”

Trapped in spider web he wove
Seeking peace in old Oak Grove

Drag the dagger ‘cross his wrist

******Part Six: The Marriage of the Dead******

Murder’s victim whispers sweet,

”Beauty gained when I was bled
Skin like snow the proof I’m dead.”

Broken body-I’m to blame
Guilt a branding of my shame
Love demands I add my stain
Two corpse’s blood washed by rain

******Part Seven: The Signature******

Give me pen; I’ve made an oath
‘Neath the limb of aged oak
Last of Celtic sacred grove
Signed with blood, it can’t be broke

Rope in hand I climb the tree
Round the branch and neck of me

So I jump and end my life