The Spiritless Forest

On the empty plains of nothingness
Dry land, cracked soil
Thousdands of hate dwelled under the plains
Of nothingness
Hatred bound to the soil
Hollow trunks
Gathering of souls
Though dried and dying
Strength grew day by day
Breaths of the dead
Froze the seasons of change
Wind blew through the hollow trunks
Plated the howls that weren't in tune
Fruit on branches of tress gathered the
Hybrid evilness
Ambitious branch looked out for the
Lonesome travelers

Roots like thorns, bound with knots
Swallowing the flesh, inhaling the soul
Eternal slave, shuttling in trunk endlessly
Tangled of roots
Dominated the wide open land
Bound up all the colors of world
Eternal moonlight is what remained
Hybrid fruit of evilness, drop into the
Cracks of soil
Can't escape the devouring roots
Shameful pitiful mankind mists the air.....