Oak Roots

"We promised! We promised!" I shouted in anger

And all as it may, no matter the ponder

Had lead to the end of fine grain

The leftovers of what may have been called pain

Once, as kids, under tree

We had made promise of three

To become greater forever

And no matter the time - stick together

As a profound duo of village

As a fine ones of the pilgrimage

And as those who have value to life

With forever greatness and strife

Of the pain of the words misspoken

As you've fled away, once I've got broken

An with damage sustained in that battle

There was no cure, no healing, only rattle

Of the cage I've been put in by lords

Greedy bastards who only hoards

The possessions and money of innocent

And you've succumbed to their maleficent

Eery ways of the greed and obsession

The truthful you slipped my possession

And gleefully stormed off into darkness

With all pride and peace torn from harness

And bestowed to the lords of hell

Or so I wish I could tell

But I sit by the oak in dark hour

Draining to these roots my power