The words form the images the image is stark. Talented
Dark dendriform,
Oh, how I fear,
Mad monument,
Of yesteryear,
Your boughs engraved,
With scratch of rope,
Where damned, condemned,
Lost faith, all hope
And danced their last,
As life fled thee,
Dark dendriform,
The hanging tree.
many thanks for the reblog, glad you liked it. best wishes from baldy 🙂