The Forest.
Slick sycamore branches entwine with one another, forming a woven bridge of natural perfection for the floral wood mice to lazily wander along, completely content with doing nothing as an every day...
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Slick sycamore branches entwine with one another, forming a woven bridge of natural perfection for the floral wood mice to lazily wander along, completely content with doing nothing as an every day...
One night long ago there a wolf who loved the night. The alpha thought there should be song of night. Remember this there was no howling by wolves at this time of their life.
I saw the travellers yester noon. Hugging the valleys; an air of gloom. These travellers of mist and moor Gently scratch the tight closed door.
Trees of dark black gnarled old wood. Ancient spirits, voices misunderstood. The forests sways and creaks with the wind. That whistles down from deep in the glen. It comes from the north.
There is old memory in snow*,. Fox, pheasant, rabbit, and crow,. Footprints to the past, and forest magic revealed,. A world within a world, adults conceal,.
Of the many tender, gentle hearts that walk this earth there is one tenderer and gentler than all others.
Bruised, purple clouds plague the glowing, golden sky. Thunder rips through the tranquil silence in ear splitting booms.
Whispers passed from tree to tree, Forest magic and creatures free, Faeries dance across moonlit ponds, Their queen, dutiful to her royal bonds, Felfyre banished, ancient foes, Come to the forest,...
You're a cheeky little dragonfly. And I'm one of the few that know why. I know you're imps that have past away, Which is why you remain mischievous, day to day.
I stare at you all, so unawares Of the eyes and ears in your midst. You think you're so smart but the OOG Can easily combat this.