(no subject)
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
will_scarlettThe rain fell, drenching sheets as the heavens burst forth, all the world became green and grey as time slowed.
It fell on the small church of Papplewick, pounding on the roof as the litany echoed within for a family lost to ambition and anger.
The wind whipped it through the trees and the ghosts of men watching on the edges, figures shrouded by leaves and cloaks, protectors and mourners.
Sacred ground creates sanctuary, no more death today, no men at arms, the Sheriff is deep in his castle as Nottingham gathers to mourn.
Families hold tight to each other as Sherwood reclaims her dead and the rain falls.
Mother-Mary, a proud woman of Nottingham, Father-Sigmund, a Viking gone astray and caught by the web of green and Mary’s dark hair, their child Isolda, a creature of the Green and hope, who danced with outlaws and knew Sherwood’s heart.
Now they rest in England’s dark earth as the rain falls.
It fell on the small church of Papplewick, pounding on the roof as the litany echoed within for a family lost to ambition and anger.
The wind whipped it through the trees and the ghosts of men watching on the edges, figures shrouded by leaves and cloaks, protectors and mourners.
Sacred ground creates sanctuary, no more death today, no men at arms, the Sheriff is deep in his castle as Nottingham gathers to mourn.
Families hold tight to each other as Sherwood reclaims her dead and the rain falls.
Mother-Mary, a proud woman of Nottingham, Father-Sigmund, a Viking gone astray and caught by the web of green and Mary’s dark hair, their child Isolda, a creature of the Green and hope, who danced with outlaws and knew Sherwood’s heart.
Now they rest in England’s dark earth as the rain falls.
