Upon a Tainted land with a tree standing tall, an abandoned chair with a violin leaning next to its right leg
the violin plays a role as water
For the old tree, play it...
It will liven
Though most don't believe the Notes heal the tree, it is and more too happen when You play the violin
As the music streams through the air
Softly hugging the trees branches
Even in the dead of winter the leaves will not fall, the petals and flowers will become stronger
Swiftly, peaceful
Secrets are only yet to unfold
This beautiful tree was planted on a toxic ground, hungry to blight its existence
The roots and the weeds from the other halves of the land
Lurk and prey on this gift
> Underneath limbs the sprouts blossoming flowers the shadows still linger the spots of the unwarden
The elements the tree holds within its Self shields and protects itself from those deadly threats
As the darkness will not rest nor give up on tainting everything in its sight
Some brief and unclear judgement
The dark choses
if you do not a heart, a soul
Just a brain you'll be sat free
Only to have in the end the darkness drown you in he's foulness
Although the tree knows there is no hope for those who Don't want to be saved neither protected
Living roots deep in the land haunted by demons and horrid creatures that want rid of it because of its gift; it's power
