Tree Top

At a sight farther then seen by human eyes,
Sitting in a circle condemning those down below.
The souls lost in uncertainty but comfortable.
Satisfied with what is said even the lies.

Darker then the hearts stumbling on the earth.
We continue the false hopes and heartaches.
Bending branches by the weight of our breath.
Sending creeks down the mighty stump.

The twisting twigs and snapping limbs,
Are not heard but give all who pass chills.
Like a drug, it takes time to effect.
And soon we will feast on their regret.

Never satisfied those mortals droll on.
Consuming but never filling.
Feeding the addiction with whispers.
Saying what they want, not what they need.

With each passing moon we grow.
Sowing our thoughts and beliefs.
Reaped by those searching.
All who buy into our whispers and lies.