O. C. Woods (08/05/1981 / Rouhling)
Dark Cloaked Tree
Once again I've passed by the tree saw that it was still there
floating with wind, the grim figure waits in dark orchard
trying to pass by to realise that I am running from scare
the cloaked tree now walks downward
with fog as feet and death in hand cutting what I've felt in my days
Love shines still in Stars but lights are dimmed with dark scary [blades]
the regret is everywhere now not to choose
to linger and miss the greatest gift I lose
I cannot succeed to get away and find myself under the cloak haze
when the dark shape falls in blood I found it hard to breeze.
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