I walked alone where silent pine bowed beneath the sky,
The wounded trunks were weeping rust and red!
What seized my eyes? Were whispered truths concealed by hollow lies,
Or fevered phantoms circling in my head?
The blackened needles gleamed like bone,
A kingdom sealed in silence, a forgotten, frozen throne!
Through drifting smoke the dead limbs twist—
The bitter star has claimed the woods where shadows coexist!
The moon was blind, no guiding hand, no shelter left to find,
The trembling earth awakened with a groan!
In choking dust the steel gave way, surrendered to decay—
Was this the flesh's end, or judgment carved in stone?
Wormwood star, your poison floods the plain!
Scorching scars are written in the rain!
The warning lights were blazing though the pine boughs shivered still,
The unseen scythe was reaping through the night!
Through poisoned groves where every breath was crushed against the will,
The bitter curse devoured every fragment of the light!
Wormwood star, no mercy fills the sky!
No faithful prayer can teach the dead to cry!
This cannot fade—the eastern wind has forged our fate in chains,
The swollen heavens breathe a shrouded flame!
I hear the hum, a restless pulse that echoes through the veins,
It drags me toward the pines—I scarce remember my own name!
Wormwood star, your shadow owns the day!
Wormwood star, the debt we cannot pay!
It chokes the air! It blinds the sky!
Each bitter draught becomes the sentence none survive!
It bears no face! It speaks no name!
Yet leaves the world forever seared beneath its flame!