The Thorns of May-Be

With a harsh tone,
My Hearth had heard...
Unrecognized, he recognized
I was only noting that I was alone...

And with lobotomy he dug into my brain,
But maybe our emotions might keep us more sane.

He saw nothing, no where,
Seeing right to my temporal,
But he found a small seed
It shouted, in carol.

"Upon my thorn I curse thee,
Upon thy thorn I curse me.
She is no longer worthy.
And her heavy burden screams of violet and green."

Hearth shook, and rasped.
He turned paranoid and rash.

Though he thought for the good of me,
He thought for the wrong of he...

For, just maybe...
The only problem was of his roots,
And his roots attached to unwanted things...

So just maybe, if he thought just hard enough,
With his empty head, and hollow heart...

He'd see this future opportunity,
And just how great the taste of water will be.