Werther's fall

(i.)

You told me

the tall oak tree

reminds you of me!

how beautiful!

you must think i am

strong, mature, and cool

let's sit together underneath

(ii.)

Why does lightning

always strike nearby the oak tree?

it looks so brave and oh so fearless

but i bet he's shaking inside!

one cannot be that perfect

but you love his long branches

that look so down and tired

from all the weight he's carrying

like Atlas

(iii.)

I must admit i was surprised that

you continued to caress his thick figure

even when the autumn killed the green

he felt so dry under my touch

lifeless and ready to say goodbye

must be lonely in the wet field

and wounded from freezing wind

that keeps attacking him like a warrior

perhaps you simply pity him

(iv.)

On Christmas's eve i cut him

not in half but in hundred pieces

the ground roared as he fell down

clouds screaming at me for killing him

but he was sick! and old!

i don't believe you could've loved such a thing!

Lotte, don't weep! it's not the end!

bury him please in his favourite cloth

and look forward to seeing him once more

Author's Note

I hope some of you, dear readers, know about Werther and Lotte. Perhaps it's better if you don't. And yes, if you don't understand the poem, shh spoiler, the oak = Werther [narrator]!