THE WITHERED TREE

the thick dark branches

stretch across the black sky

blood stains the soil 

were so many men lay to die

the roots are poisoned 

by selfish greed and sin

the trees demonic shape

resembles a haunting grin

forever in the shadows

hate meshing with the bark 

this tree needs no light

inside something evil very dark

flesh and blood rest upon the roots

no soul will ever be free

pray you never rest your head

on the old withered tree