Hidden Ruins Guarded By Faeries
Deep in the forests of Galloway and Kielder, there is a hush.
Secrets hidden in the form of moss-covered steps………shush!
The silent ruins are not well known by most; confidently hidden.
Camouflaged by ivy, and woods, faeries sense them, well bidden
I had no knowledge of them until I was adopted by the fey.
They brought me to Scotland and Ireland, and showed me the way.
When the secure unknown that used to be known was revealed
An instant connection, my soul recognized their secret battle field.
As I walked up the steps, with the faeries, elves and gnomes at my side,
I saw what the elements had done, understood why these treasures must hide.
Reincarnation is feared by some, terrifies a large part of the masses.
Yet my “knowing without knowing how I knew” pranced in my brain classes.
My imagination at full tilt, I went from Galloway to Kielder, in a hushed state.
The reverence needed, the honor of being included, made me feel first rate.
I understood much more about Scotland and Ireland, the land of my kin.
These ruins are not easily seen. The faeries and goblins decide if you get in.
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