Why Can't We Just Get Oolong

One night I met a Lich
Out on an evening's walk
He did not want to claim my life
That is not what he sought
He did not want to foster fears
Or take away my freedoms
He did not want to take what things I want
Or lodge himself betwixt me een them

I just woke up, he said
What on earth is there to do?
What is the time? What is the day? And who and what are you?
I want to learn all that I can
About this world and what is truth
If you'd be so kind to drink with me
I'd so much love your company
There is no sense of communi-tea
When confined in a phylactery

He offered up a toast
Yes, quite a novel-tea
This necromantic dandy wished to share a spot of tea

To liber-tea! He cried.
To profound adaptabili-tea!
To the mastery of musings, music, manuals and mindfulness
May this beverage resound it's warmth to every extremi-tea!
To you! To me! To frivoli-tea!
To our affable equanimi-tea!
Please do, please drink up, my dear
This immortali-tea

I'm not sure exactly what he said
But he just seemed so pleased
And if he'd had a face
I'm sure he'd grin from cheek to cheek
I grabbed the offered bottle
And I downed a swig of tea
To you! To me! To frivolity!
On this we both agree.

I felt a glow from deep within
That was calm and soft and warm
I knew without a doubt
That I was safer now from harm
A gift given with quite a bit of generosi-tea
An extension of my quali-tea of life, he gave to me

His desire was to collect songs
As we walked we shared some simple ones
We soon heard other music
Made under the summer moon
There was a fire and merriment
Voices in and out of tune
He approached, quite giddily
At discovering the festivities
Though that was short lived
Due to those who cling to their simplicities

There was a holy knight among them
A loud and boring elf was too
Both were much displeased to see the Lich
Based on what little they knew
With his so called sacred eyes
The paladin measured his intent
Though there was no malice there
The rules just can't be bent
Evil is as evil does
Whatever that may mean
I think it means react in fear
Is most of what I gleaned.

They knocked him down and spilled his tea
It really was a shame
We never finished chatting
And I never asked his name.
Though if his phylactery's intact
Perhaps we'll meet again.
To you! To me! To a cup of tea
We'll share again, my friend.

For who am I to judge a beast as this?
I am but a simple rhapsodist.

The Green Man

There once was a lad
A good lad, a fine lad
There once was a lad
Whose name is unknown

There once was a lad
A bright lad, a smart lad
Who said to his ma
The world I must roam

And they say that his skin was green
And they say he was as tall as the trees
And they say that his voice was like mountains colliding

But what do we know?

It is true that his skin was green in the Spring
And in Autumn as dark as the bark of an evergreen tree
And his voice is like wind through the willows

And where ere he walked
The world took on color
And where ere he went
The flowers took hold

When his feet hit the ground
The grass burst up from the earth
And where ere he tread
The green things would grow

And they say that he turns the leaves
And they say he brings all nature sweet dreams
And they say that he knows every tree in the forest

But where does he go
When it starts to snow?

It is true when the world is covered in white
He will wander among us to learn of our strange walled-in ways
For in winter he looks like the Northmen

So you'd never know