The Tree of the Dead

by Scott Andrew Bailey

Stark black against cold grey skies
Black lightning frozen in time
Towering and immense
Spread over the world
The tree of the dead
On the termination of every branch

Every twig
Hang the skulls
Uncountable, unimaginable
They observe
From their cold black sockets
With their chilling grins
They watch
And judge
The tableau
Of life

 

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Originally posted on houseofbailey

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