Darling? Darling, wake up!

The little blue man

Lifted up her veil

To find dying magic there

‘A quaint, decaying haven there!’

(The frightened words he’d spurt)

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He then poked into her eye

And saw blank wells staring back

Stray confusion abound

‘No soul to be found!’

(His crystal voice did crack)

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Next came the nesting heart

Whose red forestry ran wild

Though as the little man did cajole

‘Can’t summon the vines to fill the hole!’

(Louder then, he groused like a child)

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And upon a second visit and a second try

Situations were more grave

Not one thump from the thick brook

Surely stolen by a crook!

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But before the little man could finish

His claims, I told him to save

I confessed to being the thief

And oh, I showed him my grief!

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My love, I said, would not wake

Despite my every wail and scream

So in perverse determination I gave my last best

And thrust a mighty stake through her low-heaving chest!