Chants for the disenchanted

Leaves descend— falling

In a diZzYiNg motion-

Hands try to grasp them

But in a blink of

only one grǽg eye

The leaves begin to

Burn once they hit the

Molten bubbling ground

The hands then tremble

At the sight of the…!

*SCREAMS* & *RUNS*

Its not lava~but

Sea.ring blood from the

Eyes of the pine tree.

#Chantsforthedisenchanted

10.23.2022 Sundae