Giant oaks that twist and turn
around young hands that grab from the dirt
Don’t walk too fast you’ll wake the dead
Don’t walk to slow you’ll lose your head
.
Don’t stare at the willows they’ll draw you near
into the marshland and no one will hear
the screams erupting from inside your chest
but be quiet, so quiet, the spirit’s at rest
.
To wander in this place, not many wish
It’s crystal clear but then cracks in a dish
Once you think you’ve found the end
turn back around and start again
.
Tar black trees and shadows gallows
lie in deep valleys beneath the stars
the air you breath is poison spores
floating inside you, fireflies in jars
.
Exhale fast but don’t let them take flight
for the fireflies drown in the Black Forest night.
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