CALLIOPHENE Calliophene, The trees weep blood I dare not take a step closer Lest I tread in it Calliophene, Your sweet voice fills my ear But I am deaf To the cries of the creatures Calliophene, The flowers rejoice Your fragrance surrounds me Giving me much comfort Calliophene, What are you not But nature's own caretaker Stepping lightly over the branches Taking care not to disturb the rocks But my own little stone sleeps under the ground Held fast in death's icy grip Your spring cannot warm it, cannot wash away the stain Of my disgrace, the child you bore From love's own embrace, comes naught But the pain of what should never have been.