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Dark Forest
The lakes edge Shone in silver light A moon , so bright, in a dark forest night The moon rose silently In a clear starlight sky The creatures of the night Came out in a dark forest, to play, in moonlight Such unnaturally tall trees, with no branches in sight No leaves Stood still In a dark forest Under moonlight As I drew closer The tall trees were all in a row No branches in sight I pulled away the tangled vines I could see... Masts, spars ropes and lines The ships! The wood in which a ship is made Returned to the dark forest Where the keel was shaped and laid The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone Across a sea, so blue Had returned to a forest That the timbers once knew When a ship comes to die It must return To where its timbers were born A ship to lie.... Amongst the trees The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze The whispering trees Took the ships Took the wood Made it their own As any magic could In a dark forest Graceful ships of wood No longer hear the sea roar instead of sails they once wore They hear birds singing Leaves rustle Masts creaking Ships, run aground In a dark forest Back to wood Back to trees Waiting to be found Leaves replaced sails Spars became branches Became something new
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