To look through
When hills run
Too verdant

I have a deathwish…
Nay, I have six!
For the evergreen trees
Better off an abyss

In painted forests
Sinking deep underground
As impassable valleys in
Blackest kingdom reaches

Stood upon
Beaches of ash
I see igneous wrath
On every oak and pine branch

Deathwish manifests
As arson to the arson
As hotter than sun
Scorches before the hunt

From a gale in the skies
Charring the clouds
And chasing down the
Summer colors

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