i’m in the same place where i wrote a poem about yew where eye compared the dawning sky to your aura of light but i forgot yew can fall just as much for potential instead of for who yew are. eye saw what i wanted to see. yew bristles around me sap drizzling thru my wounds words of red berry yew dripped onto me like a cloying poison. i choked sweet in Faerie hungering for more which i cannot taste. hollow bark hollow branches reaching for my spirit(s) as eye cross onto another plane of existence where yew cannot follow. eye am hardly free in this place childhood memories under the yew tree making virulent memories laurels & wreaths wrap around me eye am guided? eye am saved? by yew? following yew across Hell’s rivers. the Styx looked back at me in the eyes of myself. Acheron stung like the needle of yew thistles. The Lethe offered me cleanliness but as eye cannot forgive i do not deserve to forget. Phlegethon scorned me like yew jealousy, the Cocytus bade me deafness thru my own wails & eye ran these yew trial me, seeing if eye cling like a cicada to your bark screaming and shedding skin in graphic rebirth of the self against yew. eye run from the truth but i have yew to thank. guide me threw steer my path correction course.
the axe finally lands. yew fall. eye use yew bark to burn away what remains of you & eye.
the yew tree is a symbol of death & is often used in necromancy