Willow Tree

Under a crippled willow tree 
Sits a girl
Squinting, she looks up at the sky
So young, so innocent, so free.
So filled with hope 
She doesn't see 
The cripped old man 
Sitting beside the willow tree.

Slowly from the shadow he appears
As he greets her with the kindest words 
His smile, so genuine , sincere
Shes torn.

Her mother told her not to talk to strangers
But this old man was sweet and kind
What could possibly bring danger 
From a fellow nearly blind.

And so he baffles her with tales 
Of all his ventures from long ago 
So many things she's yet to know 
His name for instance.
Where is he from? 

The girl so foolish and young
Soon realized her mothers words were never wrong
For this old man was not so kind 
Turns out he wasn't all that blind 

He saw her clearly from a distance 
Sitting by the willow tree 

A man so cunning, so evil
A man she couldn't see.
A man she had wished never appaeared.
A man that she now feared.

Forever he would haunt her nightmares
In any man whose bed she shared.
Each time she looks into the mirror
The girl staring back at her isn't herself.

Now a shattered mess
She was once so innocent and free 
Always looking out 
For the crippled old man by the willow tree.