No More Sunshine On The Willow Tree

My name is Willow, but I'm not a tree,

I'm everything but a tree, I'm just simply me.

I lost my Tara, my one true love,

That damn bullet, shot the wing of our dove-

The dove which was flew by our love.

My vengeance was determined,

I had to make Warren pay,

For with one metal pellet-

He gave Tara her last day.

I returned to him the evil, that had taken Tara's life,

I knew this bullet would hurt more, than a little shiny knife.

He screamed in pain-

As my revenge I did gain,

With one quick gesture, I turned him to toast,

But a Warren roast-

Didn't heal my pain.

My Tara, now she's gone,

There's no more sunshine in my life,

I am Willow, all alone,

From now until death, my life will be nothing-

But a mere drone.

By Prince Halliwell