Amidst the never-ending greens
Stands a dull dry tree
Life-less and leaf-less
Full of sorrow is he
The blue above him
Overlooked and took pity
And busied himself
To write this ditty
No words did he find
To express his state
Wondered he a lot
Whats written in his fate
Just what he can write
For this symbol of death
Shedding away life
With his every breath
So he gave it away
For me to try a write
'Ritual of Death'
I labeled this sight...
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