The Ole' Wicked Tree The night of horror surrounded me All was dark with no stars insight I sat beneath the Ole' Wicked Tree Shaking at the sight of vintage stones covered with weeds The clouds rolled in and thunder played a desperate beat above my head When lightning struck The arms of the Ole' Wicked Tree stretched out and grabbed me I screeched at the visions of hostels rising from the graves Arms grabbed me, holding me tight against his bark The ghost, translucent with fright Pointed their bony fingers at my heart The sound of nothing, not even my heartbeat, danced beneath the thunder I wiggled and struggled, but the branches cut into my skin Leaving me hopeless The pain was awful, blood streaming down my thighs Ghost hovered around, closer and closer they came Their bug eaten bodies began to dance around me and the Ole' Wicked Tree Stabbing at my chest leaving their mail marks across my breast Why must this be the way? Heartache, disease, but the Ole' Wicked Tree? Lightning struck once more Just before, I became part Of the Ole' Wicked Tree Leaving my mark in his bark!
April 15th, 2014
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