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.