SCREAMING TREE
- Maurice Kimball
- Jan 2
- 1 min read
The sounds you hear in your mind are real enough that you can believe they exist.
Do you hear it?
It bleeds an echoing scream
It screams to me
A blood-curdling scream.
A shrieking scream that can’t be found
Unless lost to hear the screaming sound
I must be lost to hear the devil’s hound.
Do you hear it? Louder than before.
Could this be the fear behind the seethe door?
It comes from the forest with a haunting jeer
Once you fear, you can never not hear.
Grisly tree roots deep in the vein form of a shadowy
black wood.
The screaming tree is a Witch that snatched me from
where I once stood.
Once she has you in her bosom sound of stench mould
You will never be released from her ardent hold.
The screaming tree calls!
Do you hear it?
Slip away deep into a conscious sleep
The witch’s spell speaks.
Speak of screams, the screams I bawl
Those screams were my screams
Now scream with me if you hear my call.
*SCREAM!
Pawn to the scream, it consumes us in torture
Now we wail together a shared nightmare of horror.
To the witch’s scream, I beg and plea
but can’t be heard over the screaming tree.
*SCREAM!
-maurice
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