Lonely tree on bended knee
shall quietly escape
the reach of him who beckons dim
from shadows without face.
Subtle rhyme ‘cross depth and time,
past morrow and near today.
Sheer terror breaks ‘twixt now and fate,
no errors dare be made.
Life blood ebbs and sorrow flows,
crimson rivers of relief.
Desist no more the melting core
has stemmed the final blow.