Rachel Lees's Song

If you've read even half of the poems I've written (not necessarily the ones in this blog) you'll find that they don't really make any sense at all if you really study them. An excellent example is "The Sunset's Breaking Of The Day." (I have not posted that one). Here's another one. It's not written to be realistic, or to tell a story. It's written to SUGGEST a previous reality. It is SUGGESTING a story. The story I leave to your own imagination to create.

By the way, this is actually a song, with the chorus repeated after each verse.

In the Wood of Rachel Lees
In the shadow of the leaves
In a clearing in the center
There is heard a moaning banter.

Oh song of moarning,
Song of death,
Sing of morning,
Sing of life!
Forget the sorrow of your love.
Recall the sun is shining above?

Through a mist of cloudy chants
Can be heard a hollow dance.
Through a haze of bell been wrung
We can see the Rachel sung.

Oh song of moarning,
Song of death,
Sing of morning,
Sing of life!
Forget the sorrow of your love.
Recall the sun is shining above?

Remorse, hate, guilt, sorrow
Can be felt to the marrow.
The fact is shivering in the leaves:
Mercy can't be found in Rachel Lees.

Oh song of moarning,
Song of death,
Sing of morning,
Sing of life!
Forget the sorrow of your love.
Recall the sun is shining above?

She never forgets, she never will miss
As long as her heart still sings of his.
She wont forget, even though it's over--
Feel it in the air, smell it in the clover.

Oh song of moarning,
Song of death,
Sing of morning,
Sing of life!
Forget the sorrow of your love.
Recall the sun is shining above?

He's been dead, and she is, too,
But she wont forget her rivaling foe.
She has remembered her enemies,
So you remember, Rachel Lees!