Mandrake from Mandrake by Vayuljel

Between green eaves, under dead leaves
Behind the latch that holds you fast
And steeped in sod, in grip of nod
Your starved skin tastes the light at last

Mandrake

The start of us was dubious
I could not face your sightless gaze
As Father swung his hatchet down
To teach me of our ancient ways

Mandrake
(...cursed man…)
Sap in my hands
I have such plans

I was unfit to take your gifts
A cowering child to learn in time
To burn and blanch, to hew your branch
Now look at this green thumb of mine

Mandrake
(...cyclic band…)
Sap in my hands
I have such plans

In deepest woods we gather goods
For medicine and prophecy
It’s only fair I take my share
‘Til you reach up and throttle me

Mandrake
(...you should be so lucky…)
Axe in my hands
(...eat dirt…)
I had such plans
(...drink rain…endure all seasons.)

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