The Willow
His Life, and Afterlife,
What good has it done?
He is a willow,
In a forest full of vines.
They drown out his spirit,
And feed on his life.
None shall tell of the Great Ghost boy,
Who once saved the world,
But a traitor ghost who left when they needed him most.
Those he loved looked away in pain.
His heart was lost to them,
And theirs to him.
The ones he loved,
They hated for going.
The ones he once hated,
They loved for coming.
Taking care of the ghosts,
Who roam in his domain,
And others who wander,
Without a name.
The ghosts, they loved him,
With all their hearts.
They cried out for him,
Yet he turned to the dark.
Eyes glowing and hands shaking,
He flies through the mirror,
Where he watches,
The humans he hated,
Yet still loved.
His heart cried out for them,
Though his face remained passive,
While they went on with life as they knew it.