Travelling Tree

Travelling Tree, by DWK:

"Nary wind nor steel nor shining sun shall blind me,
To the well claimed the queer sycamore tree,
At an age of malice my kind will weep,
The well shone eerily, it's wisdom deep,
The tree gave a wave and soon na'tarry did depart,
It's winter-white leave shone from far above,
It travelled with gay-steps across roads,
And across farms,
It's Joyce not wavering like the hands of a palm.

Like a snickering blind man,
The tree hopped across the roads of dead worlds,
And the ripples of dank ponds,
Outside in the cold distance,
The well did weep,
As children danced in the ruined pantheon,
The ancient place of gods Greek.

Travelling tree set roots and cast to curious parts unknown,
Where man and beast daren't roam,
To fungi-farms of spore-sown earths,
And fatal molten metal factories of Harlequin tribe.

Our Sycamore savant gave no heed to queer occurrence,
As little-few many before had not done,
It's varied roots stapled the ground 'neath the sun,
The time was lost on the tryant, as he sought the world's solace.

Nights under Cepheid and mundane star,
Grew quickly monotonous to the xyloid,
His mission soon became seeking nirvana,
No discovery it seemed, would be uncovered.

Flicker fallow, starv'd lights,
The wood of this sycamore fellow,
You will not light,
His dancing trunk whips quickly, to-fro.

As the devils and drunkêd daemons suckle,
Their barbed teeth cut flesh and root,
Bark is split and knuckled,
Sap dripped from an open wound,

Limping along limbs, bearing scorn,
Sick sycamore tumbles down a soft frozen hill,
A green blur 'mistd a land of snow,
To the bottom the gait until still.

Volcano fire, booming and roaring,
The snow is a wicked assumption,
Ash covers the tree lying quiet and contorted,
His body in a state of feeble ailed-procrastination.

The magma bubbled down the twisted mountain,
Blazing and burning, molten gravel,
Plumes of smog cover flame pillars,
A lewd Phoenix of destructive intention.

Craven imp prodded the stoic tree,
And cickled and cackled with malevolent glee,
It's whips and pitch-forks lashed,
Surreal-bark and devil-metal violently clashed.

The tree screamed and rose, provoked beyond care,
Its limbs swung mightily, sticks slicing through air,
The imp cried when struck by the powerful blow,
But death's conclusion was quick to follow.

Atop that fire-crag, the place of malice,
A city of evil awaits with sweat-shops of evil,
Our travelling tree bared it's honour, it's foe would be fell,
It shouldered the devil-pitchfork, and walked to the castle of Vice."

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• spoken
• word
• poetry
• nournisms
• travelling
• tree

[Nournisms]

Thank you..?

[joshyyoshy]

weirds

[Nournisms]

Your guess is as good as mine.

[Harrysjm]

haha am i the only one who thinks this is awesome