I got the idea for this from The Decemberist's album, The Hazards of Love. The album is essentially about a woman named Margaret falling in love with a shape-shifting forest dweller. All in all, pretty weird and just a little gay. The music, however, is enjoyable.
The twisted branches take their lyrics from the second track, The Hazards of Love I (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle the Thistles". The lines read:
"And there she came upon
a white and wounded fawn
singing ...ooohhh
the hazards of love."
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