I can feel the unseen horror and its forces closing inLurking at the thresholdDesperate to find a way to barricade the cosmic gateI conjure a horrendous apparitionLooking for guidance, I speak:The flesh is weakMy form is frailWebbed with the signs of timeSince this frightful prophecy was first revealed to meI request passageOr a means of defenceThis horrific oracle explainsThe tools to bring defeatLay beneath my feetMy chamber built onThe roots of hidden ancientsAs I tear into the earthIt bleeds clearVile and uncleanPrimordial malignityAgitated, it starts seeping into my bodyI feel my limbs expandBones breaking and reformingMy flesh becomes oakI am rooted into the groundI stand as tall as the surrounding forestI am impenetrableBut I am immobile