Enter the realm of the bramble
Trip and fall upon thorns
The bark scraping the flesh from you
The branches gouging your flesh
Howling echoes deafen you
The running rivers drive you to madness
The dirt drags you down

May your blood soak the earthen floor
Roots run through you
Absolute hell for your kind
You try to kill it
You try to burn it
You try to crush it
You try in vain

You are disfigured
You are cut asunder
Your limbs are ripped from you
Your life is taken
The ancient grounds mock you
The timeless trees rip out your heart
Gleaming teeth gnaw at you relentlessly

Come as you may
Fight in vain
Muster your strength
Shake your fists
March into a pit of spikes
Accept the spear in your chest
Embrace your spine being removed

We are one
We are ancient
We are primal


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 653 AF.