Ugly rearing demon-head
Spitting raising loki-tail
Sin returns to kill us all
Penance knee worn to the bone.

Trap grove with whispered word
Hinder grove with murmur still
Eject grove by sin's command
Sin that has not breathed as yet.

Taunt me trees of hate and harm
Scoff oh elm of wicked thought
Envy's green befits you well
A sin that will destroy us all.

Vine-encase my withered heart
Lock me up in twisted bough
Let me die inside these arms
Harbored from this cruel sin.

Cherry blossom sweet and frail
Waft your way into my soul
Cleanse the root of bitter trial
Make fresh the springs of heart and mind.

Honeysuckle light and small
Drape your scent across my thoughts
Cover up the bleeding wounds
Shelter us or else we die.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 296 AF.