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The Devil's Tree

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Just beyond the field,
she stands barefoot and shivering,
long cotton dress billowing
around misty, half-gone ankles
as she mourns the ghosts
of the past.

White hands curled, claw-like,
at her sides, she shoves the door
to a distant memory--of love,
pain and the black abyss
of moving past the veil--
closed, flat eyes staring
at the remnants of the lives 
her husband took away.

Local legend claims the oak is cursed--
a violent, blood history
scored in ax marks and rope burns
across the bark.

Local legend claims 
you can almost hear the dead screaming
late at night--the witching hour,
when there's blood on the moon
and fog on the ground,
when the portal is open
and haunted spirits wander free.

Every May, the wind blows in
from the south and lurks, heavy
with accusation, between the branches
of the Devil's Tree--
her husband's final resting place,
fingers stretching in remorse
for a sky he'll never touch,
kept in place
by a magic born of darkness.
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:iconnapowrimo: -- Day 14

This idea was spawned when WeirdAndLovely, saltwaterlungs and I were tossing ideas around for the collab we wrote last night. I liked this idea enough to make it my own, but... I'm not sure that THIS PIECE really achieves my vision.

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April 14th, 2014
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solis-ortus's avatar
oh my god i got the shivers 
the good poem shivers 
(violently shivers)