The Spirit Tree.

The Spirit Tree

In an empty moonlit hollow, in the middle of the night,
The Spirit Tree is blooming; it is such a wondrous sight.
With it’s burning crimson flowers and the jet black of it’s bark
And the leaves like glowing embers, making shadows in the dark

When next the full moon rises and the tree sets forth it’s fruits
And the slumbering angel wakens, sleeping deep within it’s roots
The revellers will come again, to dance and laugh and sing
To eat the bittersweet berries that rob life of it’s sting

For the angel sleeping soundly in the earth beneath the tree
Was once a simple mortal, just the same as you and me
Her name is lost to memory but her legacy lives on
The fruit the tree produces bringing joy to everyone

And though her name forgotten, her life remembered still
And her memory is honoured in the deepest winter chill
But the revellers who visit on the same night once a year
Know that to be a glutton brings horror, pain and fear

The gift of the sleeping angel is to take away life’s pain
And she gives her fruit to those in need time and time again
But for those who take too much of it, the gluttonous and cruel
A fitting end awaits for them, so please be not a fool.

For here we see just such a man, as he takes more than his need
As he feasts upon the berries to slake his needless greed
He even keeps the seeds, which are not the man’s to keep
And as he leaves the hollow he feels his flesh begin to creep

The angel is now angry, in her bed within the roots
As her anger reaches out, the stolen seeds set forth new shoots
The shoots begin their winding, writhing way into his skin
And the man is given pause now to reflect upon his sin

The seeds keep on their growing, through flesh and blood and bone
Until another tree is growing in another hollow all alone
But this tree will never flower and will never bear it’s fruits
For it is not a sleeping angel kept in pain among the roots

So if you ever find, in midwinter ice and snow
A single tree in it’s lonely hollow with it’s warming leaves aglow
Remember when you see the berries growing, so very ripe indeed
The Spirit Tree gives kindly to those who take just what they need

For those who take from others the gift the tree gives oh so kindly
Who take more than they need, so very cruel and blindly
The Spirit Tree will make you pay and forever your bones will lay
Amidst the roots of your own hellish tree until the judgement day.

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