The oak’s limbs are frostbitten.
Icy moonlight dances between them and a glistening mosaic pirouette commences.
Its aching branches sparkling terribly as the
willow watches from afar,
weeping.
The Winter Tree
The oak’s limbs are frostbitten.
Icy moonlight dances between them and a glistening mosaic pirouette commences.
Its aching branches sparkling terribly as the
willow watches from afar,
weeping.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is