Entry 216: The Willow Tree

In the tree, it is said

You will find many dead

The dead souls scream in the woods


Sometimes using mimicry to lure you in

Be wary for you could soon be a part of them

The Willow Tree is said to be the source

The reason this forest is most malicious!

It is said, within it’s bark

Lay the spirit of one so dark!

If you hear its moans & cries

You’d be wise to stray away

Lest you die!

Sometimes it offers riddles

Sometimes it offers new chances

Perhaps it offers the soul of your long since passed

Love…now dead…

Just one more chance to see them

Maybe even an eternity with them?

Heed not these words for if eternity is spent

Reunited in a place like this

You will find only torment & pain

A dark, twisted suffering!

Nothing in the forest of sorrow

Brings any good

The Willow Tree bringing the worst of it!

A man once disappeared within

His wife soon after wandering through…

Looking for him

He stood there, clear as can be

Looking full of life

Someone truly happy!

The truth was, he wasn’t him

Another twisted part of the forest within!

The woman followed him to The Willow Tree

There she found his torso, hanging from the noose!

Blood and entrails having disappeared

The tree and earth eating his blood

The inhabitants feasting on the rest

The Willow Tree soon sent others after the woman!

She ran, she screamed!

She fought as well as she could!

Still, her pursuers continued!

All along the way she saw her husbands ghost

Staring at her, smiling…

He looked happy enough

Though now she knew the truth

Still he smiled as though the truth would be news


She pressed on

Then she saw his death like an old film

Every tree she passed, acting like a slide

She watched her husband slowly beaten!

Seeing his flesh slowly ripped apart

The way the souls of the dead raped him!

They used his body to provide seed

Over & over continuously he screamed!

Then when they were done

They tied him down, torturing him, cutting slowly!

Bit by bit, brambles tore at his flesh

He was to be the next sacrifice for The Willow Tree

The torment went on for weeks

Till soon his body could not keep…

Laying there, being told how he would die

He’d be used to lure in his wife

They’d send him in dreams

He’d smile all along

He was their puppet,

She, their next victim

The Willow Tree needed to continually feed

It lusted after the souls it ended

The stronger the bond

The more sustenance it’d reap!

Beaten, broken, surely to die…

They hung him from the noose

Lifting him high up

Then finally, wrapping a barb laced wood

Around his waist….

They slowly twisted around his body

Sawing him in two!

At the height of his pain

They lifted his body completely

This was how the woman’s husband died

Still, she ran, trying to survive!

The forest itself pursued

Seemingly extending onward endlessly

Changing as it saw fit

Eventually however, she found a way out

How though, no one knows…

Wandering into the streets of Black Winter

Half naked & traumatized

She was taken in by a nurse who felt pity

There she sits to this day…

Eventually chronicling her pain

Sometimes she screams out in her sleep

Still watching her husbands reaping!

Here she remains to this day…

No way back home…

Her baby forever without a parent…

The child would have to be raised by family

The family would always wonder…

What happened to the missing parents?

So many questions, never an answer…


In dreams…

The Willow Tree now calls to the child

Hoping to lure them to Black Winter someday

Gaining the victim it missed in its mother…

Deep within The Forest Of Sorrow

Awaiting another victim,

There it waits…

-The Willow Tree-


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