Dark willow tree. Why do you call out to me? 

I follow the whispers between your twisted limbs,

I shouldn't follow, I shouldn't listen

but I like your darkness, your evil spirit. 

 You tempt me so willow tree

My eyes won't advert, my will won't stop. 

What is this aurora of yours willow tree? 

this spell you have covered me in.

I feel the icy morphine slowly push itself through my veins.

Oh willow tree, why didn't I find you sooner?