Saturday, 26 October 2013

The Deathly Tree

The deathly tree, sprung with a thousand wiry branches, and heavy-laden with black leaves which hung like sombre teardrops, felt its papery mass flutter in the bitter breath of the wind. The skeletal trunk creaked its displeasure, its roots quivered. All the air was crystal, fragmented with a decaying light that cut its way through to the colourless ground.

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