Brackengloom 4

Branches claw with skeletal hands,

Pulling the living to secret lands.

Brackengloom rises, bold, unchecked,

Its pulse still mirrors what it suspects.

Yet deep below, the true vein wakes,

A titan breathes, and stone heart shakes.

The root thrashes, its hunger fierce,

Unknowing that its match it pierce.

All that breathes... will be returned.