Lifeless tree in snowy winters slumber.
Looks compare like veins on a Devils hand.
Reaching up to escape burning amber.
Far beneath the dark and deep earthly sand.
Contrasting white clouds and blue sky.
Feel the now distant souls of passers by.
Earthly choices now leave the soul adrift.
To earn passage to heaven more than myth.
Deadly tree waiting with hangman's lost rope.
Leads a burning end worse than evil dope.
Stepping against the makers truth in words.
Soul burned and fried, gone. like a common bird.
Actions guide you to final resting place.
May it be soft faces with wings of lace.