Thick tendrils of mist embrace the thick base;
The ancient trunk transforms into an eerie face;
Deep knotholes become dark hooded eyes;
A missing chunk of bark, a mouth that sighs.
Frothy fronds of foliage, a frame of hair;
In entirety a figure of torturous despair;
A screeching owl rents the dark;
Making my anxiety feel keen and stark.
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