Dendron Dreams

Jealousy and rage
fill my soul,
with death I contemplate,
for life I beseech.

All means nothing,
while nothing means all.
Illuminate this dim path,
for your light I follow
when darkness will fall.

Optimism is my only fear,
I only wait... to decompose.
I enjoy my delusions in peace.
A dendroid I must be
as my wood becomes the feast.