Hydra

Where trees grow tall Where stands a turret and stone wall Where in autumn leaves fall Where birches sing ballads older then all Where volcano spits fiery magma Leaves seven hundred and seventy seven headed hydra It is amazing surreal mesmerizing and extra Omega and alpha In stories hydra is something hero will kill But you can’t kill Something that is beyond will Something that does not respond to fate’s seal It does not bleed It does not feed It does not sleep and most of all does not need It grows from justice tear like tree from a seed For sure If thrown to darkest pit it would still be a cure It is pure And before becoming some problems it had to endure It is surreal but not a dream It is separated from all that real would seem It is transcendent in most extreme It is hydra justice supreme