15 February 2013
On a little tiny island Off the coast of Europe If you walk through the forests Of alantha and pines Sticky with minty sap If you cross the river That flows in a circle Then you will find The Scribetree grove
Scribetrees are rare More rare than gold If you walk to the the trunk And feel its surface No matter the temperature It's always warm Now carefully find the spot In the middle of the tree Where the moss grows thick and blueish green Gently scrape it with a quill Rubbing away till the bark gives out Then finally You will see Black ink Slowly seeping out Catch it in a silver vial Patch up the hole with a circle of silk And when you write With the Scribetree ink You can enter The art That you create Then flick your wrist Let a drop of ink fall And you'll return To the Scribetree grove
The Scribetree Grove • Opuss № I