In the twilight grove where shadows play,
the bark whispers secrets of a forgotten day.
Listen! The whispers twine with wind,
tales of the brave, the lost, the kin.
A child once lingered by the ancient oak,
cradled dreams in the whispers spoke.
Yet shadows curled, a sinister dance,
spun a tale of a hidden chance.
Dare you follow the voice so hushed?
A path of stars, through midnight brushed.
Seek the bark where riddles barked,
embrace the wonder, though it be dark.