Together in death (escape heaven)
In a distant forgotten land, two clans fought for the upper hand,
In a dispute regarding how the other's estate should expand,
The violence was endured for years, resulting in a wealth of tears,
For numerous died and many more encountered their darkest fears,
It looked like peace could not be found, or that life would again be sound,
And only the estate's heirs escaped the violence that was abound,
Though the two were kept from the war, they still met with things to abhor,
And eventually they came to feel they could not take anymore,
By chance one evening in the fall, the two both grieved in a church hall,
And unbeknown they then each decided to heed the other's call,
The maiden was sure that the squire, was someone that she could admire,
While he found himself certain that she could kindle a great desire,
With anxiety they were filled, as their minds dismissed what was willed,
And they failed to have the reddening that they each underwent stilled,
When the moment ended at last, they both regretted what had passed,
But they failed to forget due to the spell that the other had cast,
They went off to separate ends, while each one of their minds defends,
The inappropriate smiles that they wore while mourning their dead friends,
Although it was only fleeting, there was great wealth to their meeting,
Because there were subtleties within each of the pair's coy greeting,
They met up the very next night, and shared tales of their supposed plight,
Then comforted and consoled each other till the sky became bright,
If seen there would have been much grief, for their friendship beggared belief,
They thus remained quiet despite speaking up promising relief,
Although most people were forlorn, due to the land being war torn,
The young heirs were rapturous as they had spurred a love to be born,
The maiden had a verse of old, which she willed the squire to behold,
Which contained sentiments not fitting for one to be simply told,
She went to get the text with haste, and found wine she had want to taste,
The pair enjoyed the drink while oblivious that it had been laced,
Not until they started to ache, did they realise their mistake,
Sadly they writhed in pain and spewed blood till passing on at daybreak,
The sceptics were proved mistaken, as to heaven they were taken,
But they wished that they had not been for the place seemed godforsaken,
They wanted to be left alone, since they disliked what they were shown,
And so they came to rue that they had in life chosen to atone,
All the gayety on display, drove them into a deep dismay,
For they knew it was impossible for them to feel the same way,
They felt if they should remain there, it would be far too much to bear,
And so they strove to devise a means of relocating elsewhere,
The girl recalled a place in hell that she had once wanted to dwell,
As to her the forest featured in Dante's inferno seemed swell,
To be in a desolate place, and within the other's embrace,
Was all they wanted but to claim it there were obstacles to face,
Since they were already deceased, their plight couldn't have been increased,
And so they dared to conspire without being fearful in the least,
After much investigation, they lighted on their salvation,
However a fierce angel stood guard at the concerned location,
The guard had long been worry free, so lacked mental capacity,
The maiden and the squire played on this and so they managed to flee,
Once they had left heaven behind, they felt pain of a unique kind,
As their flesh parted to serve the wings with which they had been assigned,
Despite the pain they were thankful, for their path became hazard full,
And they were soon falling in a manner that was far from graceful,
They eventually learnt to fly, but were grounded with their first lie,
As their wings withered away and their innocence started to die,
Their descent into hell was fast, and their evil was unsurpassed,
Since they were both desperately eager to be in peace at last,
The seventh circle's neighbourhood, hosted a beautiful thick wood,
Which the pair duly fell in love with and wished to stay there for good,
With time their skin turned into bark, and they became but a landmark,
For they ended up trees after a transformation that was stark,
They stood with their branches entwined, perfectly content with their bind,
Since they had finally left their pain, misery and hurt behind.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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