Skeleton Tree

Twisted limbs crack open and laugh

Down at a broken body, torn in half.

Bowels lay open they steam with red heat,

The tree needs to live, to grow, to eat.

The ground rumbles lowly, roots hungrily wait,

A once living body has rendered its fate.

As creeping tendrils sought out warm blood fresh,

    Its ravenous appetite is sated with flesh,

 A lustful gullet seeping into the soil,

It mixes with mud, a liquified oil.

Energy fills the sinister tree with respite,

Until the next unsuspecting visitor might,

Behold the ominous skeleton tree.

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