He comes with the storm
It devours, searing away
All that would shield
All that would protect
From His fury.
There is nowhere to hide.
He is ecstasy, inspiration,
And terror.
We are the wine
Upon which He feasts.
We are the meat
He savors between His teeth.
Who can hide from such a fate?
Who can run from such a Hunger?

Hail to the Master of the Tree
Its greatest of sacrifices.