With wrath of boughs bedinned: A forest wild with warning, as in deaf ears of scorning. The earth made hard by a black frost. Knarled trunks obsured by mist, frozen in time. Foreboding. Squeezing life from uncomprimising soil. Wrapping light into shades of grey: A tree dented with disgrace, looking down in distate. Reaching out with tendrils of withered leaves. Choking.
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