The Weeping Willow had to go
It shook its head to and fro
The viiagers all cried
Chop it down!
Chop it down to the ground!

So it began
Like anything can
The destruction of my heart
And you, my dear, play a part

Ripping my roots from the ground
And you scream “chop it down!”
Ravens mock your steady progress
While crows simply make a mess

Silver blood stains your clothes
So that all may know

You. Failed. Me.