Upstay the course, the wood is vast,
beasts there chitter, in dark amass;
fabrefaction—blade from bone,
amarulence to the thorny throne.
Ramiferous lanes, newly cleaved,
swift through, gather fallen leaves.
And in the clearing, xylem stacked,
by sanguine tongues, the ochre wracked.
Tawny char there howls ablation;
the raze but kindling, for creation.