Beaneath the bends of Barrymore <br />On the southwest winds she chants some more <br />The clouds scoot by beneath the moon <br />Some say she's crazy like the loon <br />Dressed in black she cackles back <br />Tossing ashes from a sack <br />She throws her body down <br />And moans and sobs into the ground <br />A dagger she does draw it forth <br />Holding it up for all it's worth <br />She shrieks and damns her birth <br />And plunges it into her heart... <br />Ends the life of the despised young tart <br /> <br />Now the owls come silently in <br />Alighting next to the still warm skin <br />All walk around the disposed young beast <br />Only uttering, 'Who? ' to say the least <br />Then the great owl comes fluttering in <br />He'd be a giant if he were of men <br />He collectively surveys the scene <br />Takes a few steps before he says a thing <br />'Take her body to Evermore' <br />The great one orders and implores <br />And all the owls take to wing <br />Holding the remains of the breathless thing <br />And take her earthly shell away <br />To the land as some will say <br />To the sacred woods of Evermore<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-owls-of-evermore/
