The Event of Imposing Possibilities
The sacred mountains, with chins to the sky.
The mists that swirl, like temple incense.
The darkened forest, enter if you dare.
Its trees reaching out, with bony fingers.
Lady of the lake, with poisonous kiss.
No one has escaped, her hypnotic eyes.
The local village, so quaint and calm.
To tell the stories, that could have happened!
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