Axes - Trespassers William

Her tall tree on its side

I know what it feels like

I felt so anchored in my forest bed

When vows swoop and it’s an upside

To dream about

Your axes out

Often my army had been taken out

But taking stuck in the morning

Can my art and I save my pins

For such a specimen as you

Do we go there

Beneath the pins

To dream about

Your axes out

I would go for names

In wood on a night like this

How over straighten name

For souls are even