The Tree Of Death - Poem by Marie 

It was a really lovely tree
Roots deep spread underground
Its beauty made the people smile
They came to see it from miles around

Then one day a mad man came
Hung himself on a branch
Now passers by say its cursed
They never give it a second glance

Man took its beauty and destroyed it
His corpse rotted hanging from that tree
Now no one will go near it
Not even a dog to have a pee

Some say that it should be cut down
Its logs then used to fuel a fire
Once it grew tall nicely
Now no one wants it growing higher

I swear one day I saw a face in it
A witch with pointed nose
What others say they seen in it 
Would surely curl your toes

Last year it was hit by lightening
Now there’s not a leaf in sight
The man really put a curse on it
When he took his life that night

Some say at night when it’s windy 
He can be heard choking for breath
That tree once lovely stands there lonely