I have been menaced by arson.
The pain of the horrible events is reminiscent in me,
May the fie of Lady Sol, burn within thee.

I have been pillage of plant life,
for none flourish within me.

I am a specter to most,
Though veriatable living to those who woot me.

I am swathe in ferns of an exquisite weave,
For I relish in the musicality of Nature.
Thee whistling of the wind,
Thee warbling of the fairies and butterflies wings,
For even the rabbits, foxes, squirrels and grizzly bears
and the basilisks are very tuneful to my ear.

I am vigorous as I dance most gracefully.
Thee fragrance,
Thee touch of loam and leaves,
Fill me with great vibrancy upon my unshod feet.
While dancing beneath the grandest tree,
Thee waters roaring just west of me.
Constantly blowing a subtle breeze,
And the towering rocks lay dormant to my east,
bravely awaiting adventurers seeking me.

I am the forest. She is me and I am her.
Our roots burrow deep to the earth,
Our bowers reach to the warmth of Lady Sol.

I will be dancing forever under this sylvan canopy!

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 497 AF.