Bellowserma Forest
A grand forest of majesty
Rests at the outer reaches
Of this grand land of mystery.
‘Tis mammoth in scale,
Thus overwhelming in scope.
Dense thickets stand guard
At the forest’s edge,
While not far beyond,
Oversized mushrooms wedge
Themselves among ancient
Quarried stone slabs.
For, within the forest proper
Is a once-forbidden ruin dubbed,
‘Bellowserma Stopper.’
It's intended purpose is no more,
And it's once-hidden eldritch lore
May be lost forever more.
Infinite emerald vines bind
And constrict the earthen remains.
Nature’s plans, here, are most unkind
In regards to the crafty hands
Of mankind.
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