I start at the roots and climb up the tree,
I do everything careful, slender slowly,
A branch appears to my right,
My hand is placed on it, immediately turns to night,
I push myself up again, the branch nearing my hips,
I scratch against the tree ,a cut opens, blood drips,
My leg hooks over, foot landing on the first leaf,
It rips out, landing in my blade's sheath,
The green of the mould is wiped on my leg,
A birds egg falls out and makes the shape of a keg,
I briskly climb, once more quickening my pace,
Viewing dead faces as i'm running this race,
Nearing the middle there's more people there,
Wait a few years and it will be stripped bare,
Climbing even faster, covered in leaves,
Seeing all these dead people, no-one believes,
Right at the top of the tree there's a wooden hut,
I jump right in and land on my butt,
I read the parchment and it said,
This is the family tree, if you reach this you're dead |
