Feral hounds in hallowed grounds

Dancing for their palest king

Echoing a thousand sounds

As he listens to them sing

Although these sights are filled with fright

They cannot hurt or follow you

That creeps in bedrooms in the night

Unlike this tale I tell to you

Paul’s father drank the night away

He drowned the moon in blood and gin

The barkeep feared to take his keys

He got his way and played to win

His mother never saw that day

Her life had gone since thirteen years

She never saw her baby grow

And passed on as his bride of tears

He caught Paul playing with a box

His fury grew like ne’er before

And so he built a house of locks

To lock up Paul forevermore

No windows were in Paul’s new tomb

The trees were there to stop his screams

And just like in his mothers womb

The box kept Paul from being seen

He waited for a golden light

An angel that would set him free

But sadly hunger took his fight

The angels never heard his plea

But then a cry rang through the dark

A roaring shook the forest floor

Paul’s father’s face did fill with bark

And leaves did grow from every pore

He screamed for mercy, screamed in anger

He screamed in pain and cold white fear

He cried out to his only savior

Jesus and a pint of beer

He tried to run, he tried to fight

He thought the roots were in his head

But though he fought with all his might

It fed off him till he lay dead

And still, and still that tree did grow

It grew so twisted, black and tall

It’s thorns could skewer any man

And rotted all through spring and fall

And even now that tree still stands

Hideous black and fierce and tall

The ground around it dust and sand

The only gravestone for poor Paul