Madness Of Murders

They spidered up the old wrinkly tree
Digging their claws deeper in him as they
climb
I watch as they take turns hacking at his
torso
One by one they swung
Until 
He 
Fell 
The old tree watches his friends fall 
One by one 
Being carried away by a carriage of murder 
Bark sprinkling down like rain
The roots of the fallen crying for mercy 
Leaves lingering with sorrow 
His skin, being taken away by the wind
I stood there a single tear streamed down
my face 
As one of his leaves landed in my palm 
I knew what had happened
He 
Was 
Gone