Where? Where is the fear? Where is it born from?

We fear the unknown around us, we fear to learn.

We fear the tree.

The tall and mighty tree that few can approach.

The tree that holds our fear as bait.

The tree we cannot cut down.

The dark bark shows the faces of the deceased, the blood on our hands.

We do not see the tree for it blinds us with our fear to see.

We do not speak of the tree for it will return.

We do not touch the tree as we fear the death it holds.

We do not learn of the tree as we fear the knowledge it holds.

We fear the souls trapped inside the bark.

We fear...the truth

We fear the names the tree speaks of.

We fear the horrors it holds inside.

The tree makes us blind to the light, but not to the shadows.

We fear the terror tree.