A hallowed clearing in an ancient wood
So thick the daylight scarcely trickles through
There lies his kingdom, towering he stood
Leaves catching sticky sun in drops of dew

His heavy horns protrude from tangled hair
Gnarled oak knuckles, his graceful hands that bless
My lips parted in a wordless prayer
Accepted with the tenderest caress

Receiving consecration as I knelt
Commanded by his silent, blinding gaze
The sacrament slowly begins to melt
At once his lightning set my skull ablaze

My brow anointed, blessed with life aglow
Communion given so that I may know

Alone with treasures I have yet to find
Stones and lace, your books haphazardly stacked
I touch each object that you left behind
So delicately like an artifact

The sky retains your color as we lay
In a field of tiny flowers blooming
I do not know exactly what to say
Unreadable expression, fog is looming

Back to the lightning storms from times gone by
And rushing onwards feeling the sea crash
I melt amongst the orchids mystified
See gentle ghosts who quickly turn to ash

Together in Arcadia we are
And high above us hangs a crooked star

Each flower meets my eye and recalls you
To pick them all and send them to your door
Festooned with petals red, yellow, and blue
Your beauty yet requires something more

No words in my mouth can approximate
The vastness contained in your stormy eyes
Inspiring one to self-flagellate
With reverence, Arbor Vitae arise!

It could be fun, the letters rearranged
Will tie a secret knot, a covenant
Outside all time and never to be changed
By fortune, distance, fate, or discontent

Thus with my essence I create a seal
My Will enacted, shining, hard as steel