A plant grew, a vine, up a tree most gnarly
It wrangled the trunk and grew tight, green veins
The fractal binds dug deep, the new roots were reigns
The tree buckled from the precise growth, dryly
The sky grew gray with worry, how grimly
As the strain summed up mighty fiends
that sucked the nutrition, preventing the growth of fiends
The stalk now becoming e\'er like barley
a black void thunders evermore with lighting
the image of sadness and dusk sparks freighting
the ports now closed: time for the containers
The vapor smells of poignant ozone dring
the black ink of the empty sky\'s gring:
walking threw the cloud---they crawl out of creators