On Shamrock Hill, part 19-20

part XIX : The Great Thaw

The Fisherman told the Angel to leave

Shamrock Hill that once breathed sinless life

for he thought alone he could retrieve

Springtime, on land now full of strife.

Angel stood with tears in her eyes

picking up broken pieces of her wings

believing the day was full of good-byes

she walked down a path loneliness brings.

The Fisherman stood in complete silence

as through snow Angel did tread.

they were both guilty of a violence

of emotional self-destruction in that clover bed.

Angel walked down the snow covered hill

feeling less than any angelic godly force.

Eternal loneliness was now her only bill

all because nature had taken its course.

The Fisherman was caught in his demise,

losing breath inside his frost bitten body.

The Angel of Death wore no disguise

carrying to him a tasty hot toddy.

Looking deep into the faceless angelic robe,

the Fisherman drank the drink of revival.

For the Angel of Death didn't probe

but gave the spiritual gift of survival.

Just when all hope was about over

the Fisherman gazed into the frozen snow.

Breaking through was a four-leafed clover,

Spring once again began its emerald show.

The Fisherman saw Angel in a distance.

She was walking across the frozen pond.

She couldn't hear him cry, " NO RESISTANCE! "

falling into the ice cracked melting beyond.

      Apofisherman

part XX : The Tragedy

The poor Angel so fragile and weak

from the heartbreak in her human soul.

One cry was heard very bleak

as she disappeared in the frozen pond hole.

The Fisherman ran as fast as he could

to help this damsel in distress,

he carefully stepped on the pond foot by foot

and on the ice surface all he found was her dress.

Tears began to swell from his eyes of blue

and cries were heard throughout the land.

" My Angel return, you're my love so true,"

He wept of sorrow in this unhappy end.

Angel sunk deeper in the pond of hell

lifeless her body and stone cold.

Who would have known and could foretell

that angels die so untimid and bold.

A miracle was needed on Shamrock Hill

for the Fisherman would never be the same

without his Angel he wanted to kill

himself, for he was filled with unforgivable shame.

He thought, if only he would have told her to stay

and accepted her heavenly love

it would have never happened this way

as he looked to the Heavens, he saw a white dove.

the dove sat down on the icy pond

and chirped in a human voice,

" I grant thee one wish, for of thee I am fond."

And now the Fisherman was faced with a choice.

      Angel