written by: Candice Pierce
Gnarled limbs with branches curling,
Tangled shadows in the night.
Silken web for prey to bite.
Twisted wooden fingers reaching,
Bare and bent in eerie gloom.
Full moon glowing,
Chill wind blowing,
Scratching, groaning, sounds of doom.
Unease grows in dismal darkness,
Senses urge the feet to flee.
Menace lurks within this tree.
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