Giblerry Plains

Aloft the giblerry plains stood a tower old
Avoided by many even warriors bold
Owner died of plague or so I have been told
Now it stands abandoned and also very cold

Tale which I share ‘bout dame called Marie
Near the old tower she knew not to be wary
For sky was pounding and ground was muddy
Ancient tower seemed all dry and merry

Ah Luna’s grace I’ve found me a shelter
Majestic stonework sure seems better
Who left these bags as if they didn’t matter
Could they be blessings to sate my hunger

Roof looks strong and the ground clear
Why would any man leave here
Plains are wide and ground fertile
Why would any man leave here

Marie remembered not to be humbled
No owner in leagues she mumbled
Without me tower may crumble
How lucky here I stumbled

As she slept alone under the old tower
Over green plains and hills she hovered
Warmth hugged her from cold he covered
In blissful sleep her stamina she recovered

Come the morning Marie felt overjoyed
Though of leaving left her devoid
But her stay she did enjoyed

Maybe I should stay she thought…

Her mind started racing
Her heart filled with joy
Yes she could stay some more
Jollity and hope
Oh bliss such bliss
To live away would feel amiss
Atop the tower she started dancing

Muffled footsteps while ignoring

Songs of praise for blessed plains
Sang Marie as he danced and hopped
Of all the songs one song remains
The song of Giblerry plains
Marie sung atop her lungs
No one to hear but one
She slowly calmed down
Front of figure unknown

Her hopes she did remembered
As all her dreams crumbled
Trying to walk she fumbled
A dark figure behind hungered

Plains stood no longer green
Tower looked bleak and mean

Dead bodies covered the plain

Her heart forgot to beat
Her hands cold as stone
Her eyes shined no longer
Her feet crawled across the floor

Cold she was as she walked to gibbet
Green plains still in decay
Nothing lasts forever so…

She would better die

Took quite a while her death
Her pretty neck did not relent
Hope may entropy but death
Death is eternal my dearest

Shade tall and handsome whispered
Whispers of love she never had
Before her eyes closed Plains turned
Beholding its beauty Marie ended

Giblerry plains stood ever green
Without whisper or a bark

Folk avoided its lure for it had a master
Jolly as man can be yet sinister
Took lives for joy in life…
Why would he stop now?