From a Grim Love



From a Grim Love



the tree of death stood glaring

growing wilder at dusk

fingers and claws connected

a crowded cloud waiting

snaking around to entrap

a swarming horde

feigning beauty

spawning arms grasping

holding birds hostage

in a cage of chaos

with lacerating paws

far from a grim love

lustful it creeps closer

gaining strength in sunless years

each tormented twig becoming

an arm of lurid will