wolfsbanes

no, bloodgrass in savannahs as sharp as Niðavellir's katanas i stride onwards this adret glebe in search of a precipice and a sign for a shoal underneath

the crown of this oaken spire burn eternal, the winds choir tear asunder, the gray massif now charnel, ponder in grief

the roots are sqiurming eels leaves afire, the branches dance and die gaia in torment as pandora's taxidermied all flora extend their limbs to the sky, begging for life

i cry blood each droplet births a bloodgrass upon the veldt as everything melts before me, i hear her mourn the oceanborne forlorn hum of the abyssal zone

i feel the earth weep from her bones i hear the stones' resonant cries i don't see stars in the sky i see a sarcophagi