The Forest Spirit

Twilight song,
Looming long
Graceful rest,
Attend, Attest.

There they hide,
Dark reside
Monstrous for
From to and fro.
Compass guard,
Spirit not.
Born from out
By single root.

There to stare,
The greatest dare,
Hiding beneath
From in the dark
Shadows form,
Dare it storm.
Too real, to face,
To hold, to trace

And there to stand,
Brave and bold,
Never could stand
The bitter cold
Yet here you are,
Bright and true.
Always the end
Till morning dew.


Art: The Forest Spirit by Shahabalizadeh (Shahab Alizadeh)


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