Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
gnarly wooden tentacles itch at Earth's gritty soul, puncture its spongy surface, & descend into the deep. the strands of juvenile oak maneuver the hickory soil, strangle desolate tectonic pipes, & ravenously slurp the dwindling liquid within. this is how it began. slithering branches hiss at the sun, & suffocate the placid sky in crusty juniper leaves; like infantry banners they flutter triumphantly in the erratic, apocalyptic air. beneath them lies the fractured animal kingdom, scavenging on rationed rain and sunlight drizzling through the foliage gaps; this is the cost of conquest, punishment for a war unwisely waged. humanity spurred by ambition falls victim to the wrath of the forest & subsequently into eternal darkness.
0
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Wrath of the Forest
gnarly wooden tentacles itch at Earth's gritty soul, puncture its spongy surface, & descend into the deep. the strands of juvenile oak maneuver the hickory soil, strangle desolate tectonic pipes, & ravenously slurp the dwindling liquid within. this is how it began. slithering branches hiss at the sun, & suffocate the placid sky in crusty juniper leaves; like infantry banners they flutter triumphantly in the erratic, apocalyptic air. beneath them lies the fractured animal kingdom, scavenging on rationed rain and sunlight drizzling through the foliage gaps; this is the cost of conquest, punishment for a war unwisely waged. humanity spurred by ambition falls victim to the wrath of the forest & subsequently into eternal darkness.
Written by
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem