|
A quiet wood, a starry night. life through the forest, with phantom light. Fairies and Dryads sing their lullabies. Magic and splendor, to our naked eyes. Gentle and soothing, this scene unfolds. The woods are alive with shades untold. Here is the world, once lost to man. Grasp and remember, as long as you can. For, come morn, we'll be far from here. Far from serenity and the things we hold dear. Awaken and look all about. Hear sylvan whispers, and feel no doubt. We'll see it again, now, don't you fret. Come over us, in dreaming, I'll bet. Close your eyes, love of mine. Dream and see peace, and smell familiar pine.. Our quiet wood, our starry night. Dances in the forest, till morning light..
Blessed be.
Sqourge
 Sqourge · Sun Jul 24, 2011 @ 07:10am · 0 Comments |
