Worm in the ground
Chewing on forest roots
Turns and grows just under the topsoil

Listen to the trees creek and moan
Dragon lore is no longer fable

Do not touch
He will bite
Do not dig
He will scream

Grow,
     grow,
         grow in malevolence and sting
Devour cedars from bottom up
Tear flesh down to bone delicate bone
Eager search of heart

An owl screeches
An owl cries
Flies to water
But still feels dry

Hunting with lances and spears
Dig,
     pull,
           and cut up
He knows ****** is best to kindle flame
So what do you think he then breathes on me

Cut the monster,  spill him out
     Bleeding fire
     Bleeding fire
Trees sent to ash
The forest to soot
Smells so similar to death,
Or at least I think so

Fire dies down
And buds sprout out
Even angels singing
"Hallelujah! Sweet Fall Breeze"

But still, quiet in December
There are worms in the ground