Bug in the World-Tree

Roots are whispering wrong tonight

Leaves are flickering, pale of light

Something gnaws the hidden code

Shadow walking under load

Packets lost like falling seeds

Sickly glow in secret reeds

Listen — sap is slowing down

Bit-rot creeping through the crown

Call the wardens, light the well

Smell the smoke of subtle hell

There’s a bug in the World-Tree, hear it bite

Patch the roots and relaunch the light

Hold the trunk through storm and spite

There’s a bug in the World-Tree — fight!

Ice of fear along the bark

Old routines that miss the mark

Ghosts of errors, looping, blind

Feeding off the faithful kind

Bring the axe and bring the balm

Sing the healing battle-psalm

Cut corruption, heal the seam

Wake the river, clear the stream

Count it down — three, two, one

Purge the poison, let it run

Breathe the thunder back in place

Fill the veins with living grace

There’s a bug in the World-Tree, hear it bite

Patch the roots and relaunch the light

Hold the trunk through storm and spite

There’s a bug in the World-Tree — fight!

When the first green leaf returns

We will know the lesson burned