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A Walk Through a Forest
Chill like the shiver down my spine as I walk through the night.
Leaves of copper fall like raindrops on the cold hard ground. Autumn has come, winter is night.
Snowflakes like faerie kisses brush my face, whispering of the joys and sorrows of days.
The moon, the phantom sailor, smiles upon me. Who else does he see? Who is grieving? Who is laughing? Whose heart is set alight with love this night?
The pearly dewdrops trembling on the spider's web
The fairies buzz by me like bees on a summer day....
I hear the voices of Elves as they walk through the forest
The earth groans, telling of peoples long gone. Thinking of those yet to come.
The paths I walk have seldom been trodden, but I am not the first to set foot on this forgotten plain.
Myths blend into a world of moments, all my own.
And something forgotten, that has become legend, and legend becomes myth, and all is a story in our minds
The bein sidh walks unseen beside me. I hear her footsteps. No fear plagues me for she is like me, a travellor passing through another world.
But who dreams at this time of night? Or are we all dreaming? Soon to go to a place far better and knowing someone worth living for
The Sandman casts his spell, beckoning me to sleep. How can I sleep? The night has called, my heart yearns to answer. I will sleep tomorrow. I am one with the darkness.
As the magical snowy owl flies silently through the winter snow storm
As I pick up the sword of the King Galwyn I hear the whispers of the night persuading me to come...
I walk through a forest of jade, the hint of winter's chill surrounding me like an embrace. I float on the welcoming aire, frosty stars glitter above me.
I walk through this unformaliar place I hear the Ents whisper to each other wondering why I am here
A lass lies in her beloved's arms by the fire. Peace and warmth surround them both as they welcome the season of white.
I watch them as I pass, but say nothing, walking out of the forest I see the moon light, and the reflection that shones on the river
I walk down the river bank, whispered voices at my ear and fallen angels at my feet, I turn to see a great white bright light and see my God the Father.
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