Prequel To The Sequel

The headless lover of three

An unspeakable affair

The lady on the hill creates a glorious departure from her everyday life

Constant swelling of the ankles, a pleasant cry for help

She began to unfold her story

A grieving widow mothered this headless wonder

A perfect crime, that soon lived on, a different life it had to develop

Gripped by every limb it could hold, the lifeless ideas it grew onto its own

A much needed surrender

Trees soon started to grow from what seemed like a lifeless neck

From a monster to a beauty in quick months

Its life seemed to be on its way to a rare freedom

It decided it should take advantage of this idea

(The average traveler hints at this every single day of their lives)

A mixture of plantings soon took course in its body

A spectacle non-the-less

Walking proud through life letting its branches guide the way

A path which seemed to be covered in sunshine

It must be human, for its qualities seem

To outdo even the grandest occupant of the town

This started to catch the attention of the un-branched

It had never experienced an affection of this kind

A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life

Years went by as it finally found true love

The love of others, three to be exact

Letting them into every secret, feeding from every branch

Every part used for their lives

(This went on with no negative scents 'til the fifth year came around)

It noticed its walking seemed more staggered than normal

The breeze didn't flow like it used to

The heart seemed to pound slower and slower

What caused this?

It seen was noticed that these three had torn every branch, every single stem

Torn to its last life

How hadn't it noticed a drastic change in the surroundings

It didn't think anything could go this wrong

Comfort

It thought life was constant

Happiness if constant happiness was all that was given out

(It left its entire existence up to these three lovers)

Hints and all, they did as they pleased

And not it's starting to wilt away

(They will see this lost perfection, it will come back around)

(Will the newborn live to tell this story? Rewind)