Deep within the earth,
in a cave far from here
there grows a mighty oak tree,
sprouted from a spear.

The sun does not set upon it
nor does the moonlight know
of all the sorrows this tree has seen,
of the tears that had helped it grow.

For in that cavern,
it is said,
an ancient god at last
lay dead.

But who would know this?
No one can tell,
for this tale comes from a land
where the Faerie Folk dwell.

Thanks to Jazz, aka seulchurene, for the cover! I love it so much uwu ;A;