Three little sisters dressed in white,
Taken from slumber in the dim of night.
Brought down to the murky waters,
There in lies the near dead father.
Briskly moving, voices raised,
His grip was tight, his eyes were crazed.
The winds, they howled and screamed
his name,
Dreadful monster filled with shame.
"Lyle, dear, don't misbehave.
God says send them to their graves!"
One by one, he held them down.
Bodies jerking, slowly drowned.
Last of all, his brutish father,
Watching all the dear dead daughters.
Sobbing now, he's screaming "Why!?",
Ghosts are feeding off the high.
Body shaking, clenching fists,
Vile pressence in their midst.
"You know I've always been depraved!"
Darkling creatures took his brain.
"I didn't ask for all this pain!"
Father frightened and ashamed.
Wind picked up and screamed the name.
"Lyle, dear, don't misbehave.
Send your father to his grave!"
Father filled with dread confusion,
Son is lost in his delusion.
Face seemed darkened, eyes were grey,
Reeking mental disarray.
Took his father by the throat,
With all the strength he could devote,
He squeezed as final tears were shed.
"Rejoice the day that daddy's dead!"
Beneath the ground, the roots, they
rumbled.
Quiet chanting, spirits mumbled,
"Lyle, dear, don't you agree?
We think it's time to feed the Tree."
Breath was short and eyes were dim,
Limbs contorting, face was grim.
Bubbled laughter, manic glee,
"I think it's time to feed the Tree."
Dragged along the forest floor,
Sisters morphed to holy gore.
Made his way across the thorns,
Bodies bumping, flesh was torn.
First he saw it's gaping mouth,
Teeth were gnarled, hollowed out.
Weezing as it takes a breath,
Scent that lingers, stench of death.
The Tree, it slowly chewed the meat,
Breaking bones and grinding teeth.
The boy, he stared down at the prize,
Same dull look crept in his eyes.
Soon enough the deed was done,
Sisters eaten, one by one.
"Lyle, dear, you must abide.
Be a good boy, crawl inside."
