The Lone Oak Tree

A short poem of dastardly deeds and the birth of the ghost 'neath the lone oak tree.

In the lone oak tree hollow

A still heart doth lie

Innocence of no man’s corruption

To fall before the angel flies

Twas two fort-nights before the lie

That she was smitten by the sly

Man clad in cyan

A stately fellow of high breed

A wicked heart

Looking to execute a sinister deed

A charming fellow 

With much charisma

An easy man to have fallen for

Young was she

Very naive

As he pulled all of his tricks from his sleeve

“Beautiful are you

I can see

Come with me to the lone oak tree”

He flashed her a smile

A warmly sinister smile

She believed him through all of his greed

It was dark when they met

At the lone oak tree

A flash in the night

Older she would never be

A muffled scream

A crimson stream

Only served to feed the lone oak tree

A deepened hollow had been dug

To where she was drug

Beneath the lone oak tree

There she lies, A ghost that cries

Feeding the lone oak tree

Some say, After the dying day

You can see, a lone girl weep

Looking to the lone oak hollow

Author's Note

This is my first work on this site, and I haven't had much if any real critical review of my writing, hold no punches, I am looking to improve so be thorough and critical.