THE TREE WITCH
A tree witch stalks; her eyes fire worms her green robe whips the moon and stars. Pale sacs bear eggs that bind to flesh Fauns raise pink orbs; a dead prince wakes. Mauve oil rots fiends; numb slaves breathe light wargs howl and pounce; a blood king twists pure souls of God who scorned his guile.... Sign in to see full entry.