Beware in the Forest Fantasy
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance and wind whispers secrets, The air is thick with wonder, the scent of pine and earth,
Mossy trees whisper, Magic dances with the leaves.
Witches roam in cloaks of midnight, casting spells with the moon as their guide, Their laughter echoes through ancient trees, their eyes alight with magic's spark, Unraveling mysteries in the dark, weaving tales of light and dark.
Beware the goblins in the shadows deep, Their eyes gleam with mischief and glee, Through the forest, they slyly creep, In search of treasures, wild and free.
Dragons soar on wings of fire, Their scales gleaming in the moonlight, their roars shaking the very core,
A power and enchantment, a dance in the night.
Beware the witch's whispered spells, beware the dragon's fiery gaze, beware of the goblins creatures of the night, For in this place shadow and light, truth is but a fleeting maze or is this just a dream?
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