In the dewy dusk where shadows dance,
Lurking emissaries of silent chants,
The mushrooms weave tapestries of spores,
Secrets of the earth, forgotten doors.
Their caps like cloaks of velvet night,
Conceal whispers of ancient fright,
Each step upon their realm unseen,
Echoes in realms where voids convene.
The air thickens with a potion brewed,
In cauldrons of stars where light eludes,
A single gaze through dewdrop eyes,
Unveils the truth that never lies.
And in this place of time's decay,
Emissaries linger, biding their stay;
A song of fungi, a hymn of earth,
In mushroom dreams, the stars give birth.
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