The Vampire Tree.

Strands of rotten flesh are hanging free from twisted branches

Sun bleached bones are scattered round to where it’s standing

The ground beneath its roots are just as barren as a grave

A liquid not like water is the substance that it craves

According to old legend it’s the resting place of evil

Where once a heartless vampire used to feast upon the people

Now the tree is growing with its spirit trapped inside

Feeding on the children as they play and learn to climb

Many times attempts were made to take the tree away

Everything that comes too close becomes its juicy prey

For several hundred years it stood for all the world to see

Never to approach the one they call the Vampire tree.