The Killing Tree Part 1

This poem is too long for one submission so I have to split it up THE KILLING TREE Come gather children listen well sit closer now to me And hear the story I'm to tell about the killing tree 'Twas deepest winter cold and dark when first this tale was spun And evil lurked within the park Now hidden from the sun Upon its roots, like legs a creeping Its spiny fingers willows weeping It hunted for its prey asleeping Now Lilith was a child forlorn as she walked out in the gloom Too many nights her parents scorn had kept her in her room Tonight she packed a bag to travel and sneaked out like a mouse But she slipped on ice upon the gravel A mile from her house So to the scent of blood it hurried On foul and evil roots it scurried To feed on souls from life unburied Alone he walked, his sword beside him a stranger to these lands So proud he strode with face so grim and power in his hands He came in search of evils badness and whet hid blade of steel To test his skills against the madness that make the senses reel It crossed the road its limbs a shaking Its slimy tendrils taut and quaking Against the thought of Lilith waking Now evil lurks in many places throughout this land it sleeps Awakened by the night it paces Into our lives it creeps Young Lilith was a child forsaken an innocent so fair Her dream of freedom thus mistaken had led her to his lair So towards its feast its limbs a dangling The ugly beast within the tangling Mossy roots was set to strangling Now deep within small Lilith's heart there beat a song of love A tempo strong that from the start was blessed by God above So there was goodness deep within this young girls troubled soul She only dreamt her prince to win and worried towards that goal Upon her now with evil dripping Its ghostly host with pulse a skipping Set to its task, her clothes a ripping She woke and to the night she screamed the stranger heard her cry Rushed to her side though time it seemed too quickly passing by He drew his sword and hacked the root wrapped 'round young Lilith's waist Grabbed from above held by his foot caught blindly in his haste Now borne upon its branches saving A feast for its unholy craving Two souls for evils lust were waving Back to the park the tree it fled Still mindful of its goals Two human hearts would soon be dead The tree would have their souls The stranger spoke to Lilith now a whisper in the night And with his eyes he made a vow for Lilith's life to fight