Misty Forest
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
On the Misty forest floor cold,
To caverns deep like dungeons of old,
We must make our away,
before the break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted realm.
of dwarves of yesteryear
born on mighty spells,
While hammers fell loudly
shaping metal swords
deep in the forest dark
did the sound of metal on metal ring out
down Into the hollow valleys beneath
from the mountain forest above
Then all fell silent,
except for the whispering wind
in the tall trees above
The Lady of the forest,
Short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
Mistress of the Deep Realms,
the Queen of the Underland
Ageless is her appearance
Born of the Northern witches
In her serpent form, she is great,
shining, and green as poison;
in her human form, she is a very beautiful woman,
tall and graceful, and always dressed in green
Dance little one, dance,
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
Dance little one Dance,
Dance with the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow,
and dream of sunshine and flowers.
Dance where butterflies and fairies compete,
for a place in the sunbeams,
streaming down through the trees.
Dance, dance little one, like a dervish,
dancing on a sunbeam,
dance with the mayflies,
fairies and and butterflies
to the musical melody of the leprechaun's panpipe.
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