The Weeping Tree

A long time ago, when man was young and wild. Before their hearts were corrupted and defiled. There was a forest that was deep, dark, and old. Older than the Gods by sevenfold In the middle of the forest stood The Weeping Tree. The tree grew large, twisted, and beastly- As it fed on all the worlds sadness, fear, & hate. Until one day man found the tree and sealed their own fate. The tree had kept man's destructive behavior hidden away, That was, until that fateful day. Two men wondering in the woods, happened upon the tree “Look at it's size" one man said with joyous glee. The other man responded “it would warm us all winter. The fire we could make with just even a splinter.” So they cut down The Weeping Tree to make fire for their hearth. Not realizing the death and destruction they released upon the Earth. It started slow with a little fear here and there. Like how creatures of the night took on a supernatural flare. Then fear turned to hate, sadness and grief. It stole away man's innocence like a thief. Over time the fear grew, became twisted and corrupted. Like the branches of a tree long forgotten. Now gone are the days of living carefree… …Gone along with The Weeping Tree.