Shaboomi-Barakuti

         The Death Trees The death trees, tall and rigid, Gnarled from the whips of time, Alone stand in eternal winter, frigid Despite the sun's soft shine. Despite the light that floods them, They remain cold and dark. Keepers of some long forgotten sin, The earth's reminder of secrets untold. Escape the pain of the death trees, Ne'er come this way again! Run so you may be free, Untouched by their dark stain.