As One would walk along the grass,
you would notice the faeries in the past,
they come and go, to and fro,
and love you while One does so glow
simple notes along the Trees and shrubs
mildew grass and various spawning grubs
death to the niche; a community forest
for each breath is rather porous
yet as the spirits will the wheel,
the forces of time split and yield,
surrendering to the thunder steel,
when one in swordsmanship is revealed,
No; the forest stays! Before the ways!
the need for peace and silent plays!
For the Natural Laws are abided in time,
Laws to Rule down the regiment’s line.
Natural Rights; King of Divine Sights,
Golden rules; such not that the King was Right,
but the pheasants pleaded for their say
to keep the will! To keep the forest days!
But no! The Vicissitudes had it’s own walls,
central to the core, the Castle stood tall,
for Chance on Chance, One death thyne stings
for all beings wish, not to see, what death brings
but as the Fae talked amongst the mounds,
they kept the story for Witches around,
Take to the Caves! Save brave for brave!
Let sound save those before Zion’s stave
was like the Oak who stood tall under Zeus’s Reign
for now Truth is the power of the swords again
and it pleads to maker! Manna for rain!
So the forest can heal it’s own pain!
For man put the split to the test
Does the forest think you are blest?