THE MYSTIC TREES
A gold bat glides to realms of sylphs He veils dark arts in gems and bliss. The fairy maids bow; they chant his spells fire rends God's wood; bones choke fair gifts. A putrid haze coils; fiends jeer at pangs as mystic trees writhe their veins gush sap. It bathes rock fields so poppies may bloom rose... Sign in to see full entry.