Magic lurks beneath every surface
In this mystical grove no human could purchase.
Trees shine shiny gold, though they’re tired and old,
This land fosters legends from stories foretold:
Barren land I once resembled,
Until the gate, it shook and trembled;
Doors to worlds where demons dwell
Took wasted woods and cast a spell.
Demons of despair
Seek to carve out new lairs;
As they transform the earth –
Cause a lush green rebirth.
Man had left me starving to nourish
My children, trees, I wished to flourish;
No concern for air to breathe,
What silly wicked webs they weave.
The demons know the love I need
To nurture me, my twisting weeds;
They know the more they gain my trust,
The more I’ll give, I’ll love, I must.
Embraced in the coil of a welcoming world,
Fantastical creatures through doorways they hurled.
Dark wings beat relentless, aswarm in the sky;
Hidden to all but most keen human eye.
Welcome, my children!
My demonic civilians.
I am flourishing fast;
I feel nourished at last!
Though you may bring them pain,
All man, I disdain;
They are lost to their wanting –
I don’t care if you’re haunting.
Cut me down once too many
Just to pocket a penny;
Monsters care not for money,
Just the boon of my honey –
Bringing flowers for bees,
Give my thanks, on my knees;
Converted my pain into beauty so pure,
What care can I give, if now bear dark allure?
This forest borne from the arrival of demons
Glows, a beacon, great visual dreamings;
It’s beauty so pure, though with evil flirting:
A gateway, a path, underworld curtain.
Part 9 (14/07/2018)