(The mystical yellow aurora of life oozes out from the crack and crevices),

/of that dry and bare bark/. 

(The sinister power lies untouched),

/and out of sight/, 

/for it lies far below /

/its sun-dried tree skin/.

(It lives in the core),

/the pumping unemotional heart is where the evil resides/. 

(Lions, Tigers, and Bears).

/oh my, what a sight to see/.

(But it’s time to see) 

/that this game of hide n’ seek/

                                                                                         /is redundant and restless/.

(Like a Slinky),

/these small animals must unify themselves into their tiny burrow/,

/to a place, they call home/.

(That is their key to life).

(Leave too soon or too late), 

/trying to find food or a mate/,

/they sacrifice the thing that keeps the enchanted forest alive/,

/their sacred and safeguarded lives/. 

(Breaking branches, and levitating leaves),

/the bottomless pit formulates inside the deep and twisted stomach/.

(It’s a trap, a soul collector), /all these animals ignite the eternal flame burning/, /within a creature of no shame/. 

(It must feed and feast),

/for this foul creature/,

/comes and goes like the breeze/,

(it is the Timber Trees).