The trees have teeth

 

The trees have teeth.

In the whisping darkness when you walk beneath their grasping boughs,

you might be unfortunate enough to hear the clicking, grinned snapping teeth and the trees watch you.

As they know you are soon to be easy picking. 

The land

The land will swallow the lords once more.

It will open up and bare its cement and rebar teeth.

It will chew them apart and devour your woes. 

 

Heads nipped

Heads nipped at the bud.

Bodies thrown in a ditch.

Curses to thoughs that harm others for their own enjoyment.

Their bodies try to breath while their heads scream silently with no breath to feed. 

 

Fangs glint sharp

Fangs glint sharp in her chitinous grin.

He worries that her gaze might shift to him.
 

 

The ram batters

The ram batters against the door.

With each bleat the frame rattles it's bolts.

The flash of light comes without thunder and you hope that it is the shepherd returned.