Vailed Eyes.

Curse that tree that bore no fruit yet stands proud and tall, pride in branch outstretched upon the land luring with hollow call. The height and width seemed fitting from far, where hungry travelers followed shining as a map from the stars . Curse that tree that bore no fruit yet stands proud and tall, upon a high hill branches reach beyond where it's pride soon shall fall. Luring the old, luring youth as hungry bellies cry even the birds from the air come to nibble deceived by a lie. Curse that tree that bore no fruit yet stands proud and tall, knowledge for leaves branches in presentation of life in all. Basking in all that is free that has no cost to you, laughter is heard in the realms of darkness for the deception you pursue. Curse that tree that bore no fruit yet stands proud and tall, the king of truth knows of you and has come to cause your fall, and the lesson falls on hungry ears, in vailed eyes nothing is clear.