Thr Burning
The whispering trees
Remembered the time
Of the coming of the wraiths
Before the ice king
Shivering
The related
How trees died
Trees mutilated
Poison filled the air
Fear and dread
For a wraith could turn
Every living thing
Black, twisted and dead
The whispering trees
Remember the time
When tall trees
Fell
Trying to protect a castle
From the stinking hell
With the wraiths
Came fire
Trees, burst in to flame
Branches, burning
Fires, rising higher
Trees
Stripped bare
Blackened
A castle in sight
So little time to prepare
The burning
Of the trees
For the wraiths
The battle turning
So many trees fell
The despair
For trees
Braches dying
Could not stop
This hell
Shrieks of pain
As trees split asunder
Shattered trees
Shouts and groans
Trees, desperate for rain
Pulled under
The whispering trees
Passed the legend on
Of a heartstone
Of a battle , won
Fresh trees grew
Grievous wounds healed
For magic made them stronger too
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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