with warmth of hearth fire
forgotten and left behind
and cheerful carolers' hymns
resounding in my head
i heed my virile call

frigid, fierce winds
eating through my clothes
frostbitten hands shaking
as i roam the unwelcoming
tundra for eternities

the scent of rot mingled with wine
reaches my craving nostrils
and in the distance i see
towering, cthonic spires
piercing the night sky

i peer through the fog
rising from warm blood
pooled on frozen soil
at a monolithic trunk
looming out of the ground
surrounded by corrupted bodies
of hive-mind men
swaying eerily in a strange waltz

mangled bodies adorn
the mighty boughs
like revolting ornaments
enwreathed in the mist
and bathed in sickly light
of the harvest moon

slowly, feminine figures
cut a processional through the mass
like spectres in a wake
entering a vulvic hollow
in the base of the tree
forever to be protected in
warmth of mother earth's womb
shielded from lustful predators

i feel mysef begin to lose control
my mind edged out
by an unwelcome cacophony
i no longer hear my own thoughts
and i start to sway with the others
a voice screeches through the din
“mankind trembles
at the might of the witch tree”

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