three trees
sing of these
in dark light
they move
weaving scenes
in your dreams
willow, birch
and yew
branching hands
from their arms
darting roots
sound alarms
shattered wind
in the rain
ravenous
for your pain
bloody water
is their thirst
satisfy
the dark curse
withered bark
slithers there
rapping wood
for a scare...
these three
trees sing
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