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Devil winds course through crevasse and dyke

Gales moan through skeletal trees upon which ravens roost

Cumulous monstrosities glide across the moon

'Round every corner, another ghoulish swoon...



There in the distance, The Hanging Tree...



Heart pounding harder at the frightful grim sight

Was that a shadow upon the boughs

A swaying carcass upon gloomy heights

A trick of the eyes or a long-past woe

A morbid convulsion, a ravenous feast

A rapacious leaving for some horned beast...



There in the distance, The Hanging Tree...



The roots of the tree burrow to Hell

A blighted spot, a tale to tell

The body wind chime, a desolate scene

There a form dangles, looming in grisly demise

A face scarred in horror looks over to see

Your face in the window so shocked as you flee...



There in the distance, The Hanging Tree...



Branches stretch forth, seeking to grasp

Tendril-like offshoots, pitchforks and prongs

Entwining tentacles, suffocating limbs reach

The tremulous onlooker who stayed far too long...



There in the distance, The Hanging Tree...