The Tree that carried Death - Poem

The ancient tree stood in the middle,
Carrying a rot within just as ancient.

The branches spread out like a whirl,
Eager to capture the soul.

The treacherous roots spread out,
From under the ground seeking life to draw in.

For to nurture the evil contained,
Was by no mean an easy task.

It screeched,
It screamed,
It lay shuddering for all these years.

It seeked for youth,
It seeked life,
To consume and to survive.

Any who set upon this path,
Was enchanted to a delusional trance,
Drawing them in slowly,
To end with being a part of the tree.

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