And I have dawned these great dark seas and jungles before

They have long come for me. I have twisted in their wrath and shook in their cold as the sweat of their toxins ran down my brow

You who seeks to protect me while destroying me, what are you truly seeking?

For your paranoia has made you a fool. A tyrant, yeast in its palm.

Calling yourself holy while riddled with holes seeping poison.

I am the keeper of this forest of green. My winds are strong, the brown of my dirt is beastly, and the shake of my ground is earth shattering.

So, who are you to call upon my land? You bring your dented sword to fight the poachers while simultaneously leading them straight to my centers.

Sometimes you want so much to be the keeper, to be the wrath of good, to be the honest gallant, but find that while fighting these hard battles and stepping with agony through each field, that you are the villain you’ve been running from.

So, step aside and let this evil you bring with you come for me. Kneel while they tear me flesh from flesh. Turn away your head while gnash my teeth away.

Let. Them. Come.

For they know who I am.

I have spent much in solitude in preparation for your treachery.

My heart guarded with the thickest of water from the deepest and darkest seas.

If I fall in defeat, you will still be there kneeling, and you and your army will be swallowed by my earth. You will drown in the water of my roots and in turn, revive me again.

And there I shall be in my forest of green yet again, with you beneath my beastly brown, and sentenced to a lifetime of earthquakes beneath my worn feet.

So, let them come.