BLUE JACARANDA
BLUE JACARANDA
Grandfather sent me in search of tree
that grew purple stars, home of the kingdom
for fae-goblins, hybrids that existed
before the kingdoms went to war. Grandfather,
the hobgoblin, sung ballads of life before
the Great War, he sung of a heaven where
only trees that grew stars dwelled, he sung of
a love untainted by bloodshed, untouched
by death—grandfather always said, when death
sat, the trees disappeared. And no one has seen
a fae-goblin, or star-tree, in over two thousand years.
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