Ode to Ygdrassil - by Charles Tyson, Jr.

I wrote this a few years ago about everyone's favorite tree that grows from Hell.

Ode to Ygdrassil " by Charles Tyson, Jr.

 

The stoic form of the tree Ygdrassil looms large and foreboding on the hill of the damned.

Its sap runs warm and thick with the blood of an

eternity of tortured sinners.

 

Its roots are eternally restless

writhing deep into the earth

gaining deeper purchase in its foundation

located at the heart of the most foul and putrid sulphuric pits of hell.

 

The most accessible boughs are scarred by

countless hangings self inflicted or otherwise.

The souls of these most insane go straight to the ranks of the front line

in Satan’s army of the damned.

 

It is a simple logic.

Those willing to seek out this one locale

out of all spots in the known dark universe

to meet one’s own end deserve no better or worse tHan this fate.

Ygdrassil’s branches bear no fruit other than that of THE

despair and pain of all who gaze upon it.

No leaves or vegetation thrive on or near it.

 

It IS both dead and undead.

The same can be said of anyone who is mad enough to drink the blood sap from its broken bark flesh.

Upon close inspection one may notice markings like scabs running across the trunk from the twisted lunatics who have done just this.

Whatever benefits thEse individuals seek are short lived

for the ingestion of the blood sap of ygdrassil

results in an existence in a no dimension.

One cannot exist in one plane of existence, as does the purely living, dead or undead.

 

    No,

having tapped into the font of pure univerSal evil puts you in between

all dimensions simultaneously.

The result is a madness indigenous to these.

Their ravings and drooling screams are a constant thing

only heard by those of their own kind and of course Satan himself.

This knowledge of course increases their madness exponentially

until they become the essence of madness itself thereby filtering back into the universe to contribute to the chaos of he cosmos.

It is all part of an intricately woven tapestry of

evil -minded intention.

 

The uppermost reaching branches of ygdrassil are all neatly stunted and cut off at the very tips.

The reason for this is simple.

This tree being the doorway, the symbol and sigil of pure evil madness and suffering

that it is

cannot be tolerated to even attempt to reach toward the light of the heavens.

Once the boundary of the upward reach and pull of hell is reached

not crossed

the growth process is bluntly and unceremoniously cut off.

 

So while the roots grow ever closer to the bowels of hell

and the twisted boughs and branches may reach toward every conceivable direction on earth,

it remains at a constant height.

The exact figure of measurement to record this height is not known for sure however.

 

No one who dares seek out this tree to study or use its power ever bothers to concern themselves with the matter of it’s high reaching potential,

so unconcerned are they with their own.

And so it has been since the seed was planted at the dawn of the creation of evil.

 

And so it shall be until the day is determined that this sickeningly liquid movement we call existence shall come to an end.

 

For those of you that seek the light,

may it constantly shine upon you.

For those of you who seek the darkness

there is a new tendril growing toward the roots of hell from the heart of Ygdrassil that represents the ultimate fate of your soul…sleep well…

until you find it, or it finds you (WHICH WILL MOST LIKELY OCCUR FIRST.)