SCREAMING TREE

The sounds you hear in your mind are real enough that you can believe they exist.

SCREAMING TREE

Do you hear it?

It bleeds an echoing scream

It screams to me

A blood-curdling scream.

A shrieking scream that can’t be found

Unless lost to hear the screaming sound

I must be lost to hear the devil’s hound.

Do you hear it? Louder than before.

Could this be the fear behind the seethe door?

It comes from the forest with a haunting jeer

Once you fear, you can never not hear.

Grisly tree roots deep in the vein form of a shadowy

black wood.

The screaming tree is a Witch that snatched me from

where I once stood.

Once she has you in her bosom sound of stench mould

You will never be released from her ardent hold.

The screaming tree calls!

Do you hear it?

Slip away deep into a conscious sleep

The witch’s spell speaks.

Speak of screams, the screams I bawl

Those screams were my screams

Now scream with me if you hear my call.

"SCREAM!"

Pawn to the scream, it consumes us in torture

Now we wail together a shared nightmare of horror.

To the witch’s scream, I beg and plea

but can’t be heard over the screaming tree.

"SCREAM!"

-E Croe