Ne’er a girl has yet been born,
could boast that she befel
the curse the maiden born to me
endured and lived to tell.
She was born upon a twilight dark,
when I at first laid eyes
upon this beauty God had made
with His own hands, my prize.
She cried the cry of a newborn babe,
and did smile when she first saw me;
not knowing that I had made a deal
for her birth, to live, and see.
For I was barren as a man,
cursed ne’er to sire a child,
my love did cry, her tears they ran
for the want of a babe so mild.
So, I had stolen away one dreadful night,
gone to the forest deep;
to find what ’twas told,
a man that could give to me
a chance to stop her weep.
I traveled far into the night,
I came upon a place,
“twas lit by fire I could not see,
except for for the piercing face
of a man, so tall, he stood tree high,
a man, with eyes of red;
“You seek to give your wife a child”,
he gazed ‘pon me and said…
I told him that my need was hers,
that she alone ’twas due,
“There’s a price to pay”, he said to me
“Should you wish a child that’s true…
You must pledge to me,
that once you see,
that child born free and good,
Your heart and soul
will abide with me
and forever walk this wood”
I did not think and yielded then
accepted the fate for her
so she could hold my child for’er
and I would watch from afar….
So, when the girl was born and safe
I cried and cried ’til I
began to feel
my heavy arms, become leaden as the sky
of that dread night
when I agreed
to give my life for her
So forever I walk
these woods, a man of grey,
with soulless love but pure.
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