I stand in the middle of the field.
The bodies all around me.
Where did the bodies come from?
They aren't dead... not yet.
But broken and beaten, yes.
I reach for them with my feet-roots.
I sink my toes-tendrils deep.
My blood-sap fills with there life-sap.
I spread my arm-branchs.
I grow taller into the sky.
They bring more peoples-fertiliser,victems-food.
I sup upon them.
I grow the bloodrose for him.
The life-fruit, the heart-apple.
He will be pleased with my gift.
I will consume them, and make him the gift.