Hemlock from Theurgy by Jandreau
At last the forest burns for me
Fire marches through the trees
Black to cover gardens green
As autumn sought to turn the leaves
Ash and willow sent to sleep
Forced by the wind that follows me
Across the pitted trail blazed
Roots and bark like blisters raised
Soil expell the forests veins
They greet the air and beg for rain
Ash and hazel; hemlock willow
Sent to sleep in cinder
Ash and hazel; hemlock willow
