I can feel the unseen horror and its forces closing in Lurking at the threshold Desperate to find a way to barricade the cosmic gate I conjure a horrendous apparition Looking for guidance, I speak: The flesh is weak My form is frail Webbed with the signs of time Since this frightful prophecy was first revealed to me I request passage Or a means of defence This horrific oracle explains The tools to bring defeat Lay beneath my feet My chamber built on The roots of hidden ancients As I tear into the earth It bleeds clear Vile and unclean Primordial malignity Agitated, it starts seeping into my body I feel my limbs expand Bones breaking and reforming My flesh becomes oak I am rooted into the ground I stand as tall as the surrounding forest I am impenetrable But I am immobile