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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dance of the Wood Sprites One late night I was staying in the forest when i heard what sounded like singing fire crackling and bells ringing I decided to see what it was so I quietly climbed the hill What I saw next gave me a chill Wood sprites dancing merrily in the full moonlight were they about a knee high I would say Curious I crawled to take a closer look They were dressed all in leaves and fur Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur Round and round the fire they went carrying spears bows and such others in trees numbering much War dance ,celebration ,I could not say noticing one that seemed to lead from a tiny book he began to read Chanting over and over again Was it a song or was it a spell words spoken over again I couldn't tell Up from my belly I sprang to turn and run away The tree before me started to sway The creature leaped and landed right before my feet another and another the song changed beats Bows were drawn spears pointed too Angry looks on their faces up around me fire in blazes Taken to the leader forced to my knees he then spoke in some unknown tongue I noticed a rope from a tree it hung Slipped around my neck oh so tight Hands bound and tightly tied Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried As the moon slipped slowly over the hill the night darkened faded to black I awoke at my site I was back The sun now shown what a beautiful day All a dream I'd have to say Packing my gear ready to leave when i felt a tiny cut on my ear Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear?
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