The Trophy Tree
The Trophy Tree
Pinnacle of the pristine forest
Toxic from its blood-stained soil
The trophy tree sits
Barren of foliage
Dark decrepit limbs easily broken by subtle breezes
Amidst wisps of gray fog
The trophy tree waits
Surrounded by a dark ominous wind
Its veins filled with crimson sap from its suffering sorrowful souls
Engorged and contorted with anguish
Unapproachable
The trophy tree breathes
Constantly feasting –one victim at a time
Draining energies from Sleepy Hollow’s forest
Starving to fill its empty bowels
The trophy tree consumes
Silent screams echoing within its lair
Innocent peasants' heads stored as trophies
Roots reaching towards hell--
Trophy Case of the Headless Horseman
Collaborated with Gwendolen Rix, and Rachel Bernotaitis
Copyright © Julian Egona | Year Posted 2011
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