An oak tree, three hundred years he had stood.
Half-dryad, half-man, he has seen about everything,
Sadness and kindness, but never has he felt truly loved.
A tender vine lovingly nurtured under his darkened shade.
"Twine yourself around me, embrace me with your vine.
Perhaps a mystical chemistry will bond us for life", he said.
In this ancient woodland a magical thing happened that night.
For this vine became half-woman, and embraced him with love.
Her tendrils kept growing, twisting entirely around this old oak tree
Eventually her tangled vines sucked the life from his old soul.
So watch what you wish for, you never know what will be.
For Constance La France's contest, " Tangled Vines"
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