The Stone
walking through a barren path
this led to a pathway through the woods
searching through the grass
I suddenly came across a stone
Black with gold around the edge
Glowing from every side
Below there lead to an inhabited world
filled with green moss and ivy
it was there that what was believed
trolls and hobbits would live
a tiny village was there
what happened was a violent storn appeared
killing every single one except the stone
The only thing that was left was the stone
It stands as a monument
a barren stone
a loving stone
Others view the stone
as a protective barrier
guarding the entrance of Hell,
many folks have heard screams & demonic sounds out of the stone
either way the stone still stands
as a vivid testament to all of nature in which to behold
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