Do Not Jest The Unforgiving Forest
Do not jest the unforgiving forest.
She broods as a mother superior,
Circulates the etchings of wisdom upon her leaves through countless era,
And stands erect, even unseen through the flesh of the soil, as a gaurdian to those who treat her as a haven.
But beware;
She giveth,
You jest,
She taketh away.
Beware, you tyrant self-proclaimed,
She beareth alliegiance only to the preservation of life,
Your primal screams;
Behold, they are muffled.
Sweet retribution, feed him the roots who's blood tastes of witches vinegar,
Funnel the elixir that burns like acid through his selfish whims,
Thus, feeding him punishment that can be questioned as just.
The forest is a queen,
Filled indeed with this power,
But a tyrant as well..
Her denizens wince from the poison tongues of her succubus ivy,
The gnats smoke from their pipes and tear at the flesh of the straggling beast,
Never releasing their parasitic grasp as they loll their eyes in a drunken haze.
You, you beast.
You are this forest's lover.
You must wipe the snarl from your cracking lips,
And scream not for forgiveness,
Not for bloodshed,
But for truce.
Just bear in mind,
Never to jest the unforgiving forest...
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