The Old Dead Tree

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"The Old Dead Tree"

by: Wes Robert Ward

Death comes to us all, none of us can evade that dreaded call. Death spares no one, none know the power Death has and where Death comes from, though many say Death comes from old dead trees. It rots them with illness and disease. Evil spreads through them and within the roots and wood turning them no good.

One cold day, not so long ago, low and behold, I was walking by this old dead tree, and trying not to take notice of the old dead tree...and yet it mesmerized me.

It stood there on a land of nowhere standing bare among the cold misty air, stood there like a tall undead giant much like an unwanted vagrant, standing there dark, gruesome...and ugly. For you must see it was covered in a thin grimy dust of death.

My breath almost betrayed me as I stood gazing at this old dead tree, and almost dropping to my knees so frightful I might say I felt horrifying vibes giving me hives, unwanted chills and thrills throughout my warm-blooded body, even hairs stood up on the back of my neck making me a nervous wreck.

Suddenly and without warning, in this cold dark morning one of the old dead tree branches reached out towards me and wrapped itself around my arm causing me much alarm.

Unheard, I screamed bloody murder but alas to no avail, no one heard my cries of chaos and I knew soon after all was lost.

I shrieked once again as the second old dead tree branch shot out and grabbed my other arm causing harm, gripping so tightly like the other, withering around me in this horrid weather with blood dripping down past my hands, dripping off my fingers making me wish I never lingered by this bringer of this demonic tree that was possessing me.

Bellowing now in blasphemy and anguish, praying for a Godly wish that might never come true no matter who I cried for, it would never let me go, but to no regards it ignored my pleas of my unpleasant sanity that turned my mind to mad insanity.

Instead like the unholy dead, it raised me off the cold wet ground above in the cold early morning air, pulled my arms out and about and held me as if I was in a sacrificing hex of a crucifix.

Fear crossed my face just then knowing my end was near...tears of my pain rained down my face and without a trace my fear was here.

I cried out in rasps like ghastly gasps as a spear-like tree branch embedded itself into my belly, bloodedly piercing deeply as if I was nothing but guts and jelly.

I felt the hard splintered wood drive deep within my bubbling belly, blood poured from my insides and I felt so sick I wanted to hack, my belly began gushing blood red, and I knew soon after I'd be dead. All I wanted at that moment was the pain to go away, it was excruciatingly intense. I wanted death then just for it to go away.

Looking down I saw the old dead tree branch go deeper and deeper into me, felt it spread and divide and multiple.

Two went down through my thighs and I just wanted to die, two spread up through my arms and hands...and I could not understand, but a burning desire for death coughed within my ragged breath, "Pa..pa...please let me die!!!"

And the last of the old dead tree branch wrapped around my beating heart, squeezed it and enclosed itself around it. It's as if it wanted my soul alive, to feed off it day by day, year by year.

I screamed out, "WHY???" as blood poured from my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. I screamed out, "WHY???"

But the old dead tree didn't give a damn, for it was damning me, damning me straight to hell. All would never be well again, my human life came to an end.

The Old Dead Tree disappeared without any understanding in my part, just disappeared as if it was never there and never was what it was, just disappeared?

Wood sprouted from my fingertips, my hips have harden, my legs began to mold together, turn wide and round then burrow into the cold wet ground, and my skin turned into a dark brown bark. Hark, no more human I was as humans were, from mortality to immortality I've become and sadly I concur.

No more screams they came and went, and alas my voice was spent. No more cries and shrieks of endless pain rained from my burning lungs, what begun has ended.

I could not move.

I suddenly felt planted.

Know now all of you must foresee.

I've become the old dead tree.

The End. \ud83c\udf32

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