The Hidden Glades
Deep into the wood, we stumble upon the roots—
Where silence sings sweet lullabies,
And shadows dance along our spine.
Do you hear their secrets?
Echoes of delight, cradled in fright.
Gossamer whispers beneath the canopy bright,
Awaiting the dusk as the sun bows its sigh.
Fables of frostwings, stories untold,
Hilding the bane in glades sprinkled with gold.
Emerald Echo
From Bone Murmurs