Something Hushed

The skin evokes an eerie dread,
nothing of trees has been unknown
beyond the lake the gate is swung,

now torn from sanity realeased,
a crimson stream begins to rise
then flows away in frozen earth

along a trench now dug with blood
then mingles, grasping hands of roots
shaking the tree, foundation's core;

the heart of Lions choose to roar,
then break apart and fly away
from gravity unleashed throughout.