The Yew Tree

Beneath the mantle of a sentry yew like a drop of ancient, trembling dew. I alone stood afraid amidst its calming call of shade. Amidst its dark satanic whisper I heard the silent grave. Echo through my soul and mind, showing from whence I came the nightmares of my shame. I stood alone, stood afraid amidst its calming call of shade. Hither I run through ethereal pines that slowly stole away out of the yew that would hide my-lonely-youth away. I stood alone, stood afraid amidst its calming call of shade.