The Tree

A Dark tale of an old man lost in the woods

In a Long lost Land
There Lived a Peddler
A Cunning Thief
Filthy Meddler

Feeling No Remorse
Making No Amends
Having No Morals
Feeding On His Friends

Lonely Little Man
No One Understood
He Would Often Stroll
Deep Into The Wood

Close to the path
He was sure to keep
One fateful day
He ventured too deep

He wandered for hours
It was getting cold
The ground was soggy
Trees covered in mold

Growing weary
Losing the light
The creeping dark
Gave him a fright

Deep into the
Wood he loped
Soon he’d panic
Losing hope

Desperately in
Need of guidance
He’d all but given up
When she broke the silence

Piercing the night
An angel’s voice
He followed the sound
Twas the only choice

With newfound hope he
Moved along
Forgetting his woes
Lost in the song

Trekking onward
For a time
Following the
Cheery rhyme



Finally he
Spotted her
Within his loins
Felt a stir

There she stood
Next to the tree
She was singing
Merrily

Once she’d noticed the
Leering rover
With a smile she
Beckoned him over

He called out
To the pretty thing
On and on
She continued to sing

Beautiful eyes
And silky skin
Velvety voice
Drawing him in

Her flowing hair so
Shiny and sleek
With hands so soft
She caressed his cheeks

Gone from his head
Was his recent strife
He'd never been
Happy in this life

Taken aback
By the pretty girl
His hands on her hips
As one they twirled

When he grew bold
And took a peck
She clasped her hands
Around his neck

Lost in the moment
Having fun
Her grip grew tighter
As they spun

Without warning
Her hands clamped tight
Twas far too late
For him to fight



It mattered not
That he was strong
For he fell victim
To her lovely song

Eyes widening
As she forced him down
Clawing madly
At her pretty gown

Vision blurring
Terror rife
Then the tree
Sprang to life

She began Writhing
In clear distress
He spied a large root
Running up her dress

Eyes sunk in
Skin grew dark
Blackening as
It turned to bark

Hoped to take the girl
For a friendly romp
Never should have ventured
To this blasted swamp

The girl was gone
Thick roots in her place
Lightly caressing
His slackened face

Last he saw of her
A fiendish grin
The roots receding
Pulling him in

Back to tree
The roots slowly slunk
Pulling his body
To the trunk

Hardly conscious
Staring in awe
The bark tore away
Revealing it's maw

A fitting end for
A Life wrought from sin
The tree cackling
As it pulled him in



The maw slammed shut
Ending his throes
Till the end of days
Twas there he reposed

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Oh my this is wonderous I mean it
Words cannot describe your poem
I’ll just say wonderfully wonderous ! Loved this so much !
What inspired you ? I’m just so curious any event or a history in time was it anything or it did it just come to you as most poets !! Great write ✍️

[Norwayout]

Thank you much! I've always been Obsessed with Trees. There was a huge Dead tree in the swamp behind my old house. For some reason I got it in my head that an Evil Witch was hung from the tree and burned. As her last effort in this life she bound herself to the tree. Thanks for reading and I'll definitely be posting more!