The Lovers

Atop an apple tree so high

A foolish devil did there fly

With beating wings, he stood, forlorn

Battered, beaten, hurt and worn

He cried out, "Please, will one of you

Spare me just a moment, two

I am wounded, in much pain-

The cost of having my enemy slain."

A woman there heard devil's cry,

Saw the painful way he flys,

She said, "Poor devil, far from home,

To you, my kindness, I will loan

"But at a cost! Not free, oh no,

I will heal you, let you go,

Though only if you pay my fee,

You must take a kiss from me."

"A kiss?" the demon asked, in shock

Ne'r in life had someone thought

To ask this devil for his love

A kiss from this human upon his glove.

And so she placed a kiss atop

The devil's hand, but then, he stopped,

and asked, "Mere human, why do you

ask for love from devils?" He flew

Back up to his perch so high,

Branches close to touching sky,

The human looked up, smiled, said,

"I've always wanted love, not dread.

Upon setting eyes on your horned face,

I could only see a halo, grace

Those wings with feathers, flying high

You look an angel to my eye."

4.15.2022 | by blumiere