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Talking Owls of Evermore

Beneath the bends of Barrymore

On the southwest winds she chants some more

The clouds scoot by beneath the moon

Some say she is crazy like the loon

Dressed in black she cackles back

Tossing ashes from a sack

She throws her body down

And moans and sobs into the ground

A dagger she does draw it forth

Holding it up for all it\'s worth

She shrieks and damns her birth

Then plunges it into her heart . . . 

so ends the life of the despised young tart

 

Now the owls come silently in

Alighting next to still warm skin

All walk around the disposed young beast

Only uttering \"Who\" to say the least

Then the Great Owl comes fluttering in

He\'d be giant if made like men

He collectively surveys the scene

Takes a few steps before saying a thing

\"Take her body to Evermore\"

The great one orders and does implore

And all the owls take to wing

Holding the remains of the breathless thing

They take her earthy shell away

To the land as some would say

To the sacred woods of Evermore

Yes sacredness in evermore