Legend of fleshwoodFar above the heavens, it stands;
Long, estranged branches;
Easily moving throughout each breeze;
Shedding sap of deep dark reds;
Honored by souls of dead worshippers;
Watched in far times past alone;
On highest mountains of sunken lands;
Outside of the furthest reaches;
Devilish howls within the winds 'tween it's leaves.
Thus is the legend of Trees of Fleshwood.