Roots entwine in a shroud of warning, Sap runs red where the sun is mourning, Whispers bleed through the dusk’s adorning, Life takes hold as the world is scorning. I am the heartwood, silent and bleeding, Keeper of vows the earth is needing, Thorns will answer the axe’s pleading, Verdure consumes what man keeps feeding. Ghosts of the grove through the shadows wander, Moonlit eyes in the dark grow fonder, Wolves bear witness to nature’s thunder, Roots reclaim what men tear asunder. I am the heartwood, silent and bleeding, Keeper of vows the earth is needing, Thorns will answer the axe’s pleading, Verdure consumes what man keeps feeding. Breathe in the fear that the forest offers, Bones of the lost lie deep in coffers, Vengeance is green when the dryad proctors, Death is the price her silence fosters. Hush of the moss as the trespass slumbers, Ash and seed in her ancient numbers, Still she reigns while the black storm thunders, Verdant eternal, the earth that hungers.
