A tangle, woven of thorns
A briar patch reaching out
Humans the hunted beast
A bloom of flowers
Deeply hid a threat
It was dangerous
To all mother born flesh
Briar didn't hunger meat
It wasn't carnivorous
The flesh wasn't wounded
The body was not ill
But the victims were taken
Their soul consumed
With the flesh emptied
Bodies alive sleep
But left ignorant
Seemingly innocent
A placid setting
An invitation of doom
The armor of the lost
Piled up and warned
As sleepers and dreamers
Could not wake
