Branches claw with skeletal hands, Pulling the living to secret lands. Brackengloom rises, bold, unchecked, Its pulse still mirrors what it suspects. Yet deep below, the true vein wakes, A titan breathes, and stone heart shakes. The root thrashes, its hunger fierce, Unknowing that its match it pierce. All that breathes. will be returned.
Branches claw with skeletal hands, Pulling the living to secret lands. Brackengloom rises, bold, unchecked, Its pulse still mirrors what it suspects. Yet deep below, the true vein wakes, A titan breathes, and stone heart shakes. The root thrashes, its hunger fierce, Unknowing that its match it pierce. All that breathes. will be returned.