Woodland Pinnacle

When the moon gets full enough to show the hidden trails

Take a step, feel the textures of the sprouting cattails

Relish the poison in the mist, breathed in with your every inhale

Sing the whispers in your ears of the forbidden untold tales

Prick your fingers on thorns of roses, let your desires prevail

Guilty pleasures trickling down your body, uncovering all your veils

The cannabis rush from your lungs ascending to every fingernail

Woodland pinnacle through your soul hushed into silent wails

Tainted witchcraft, veins forsaken, runes carved to the finest detail

Revel in misery of misfortuned history, curse your own twisted tale