Written by: Jhulavdra, Shepherd of the Black Forest
Date: Tuesday, March 10th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
The Silent Wildwood whispers
from the ring of Elder Trees,
in the darkness keep I,
among Guardians and Bees.
Nature begets relentlessly
while You sleep,
Gods and Kings fall--
but She springs!
She is endless,
eternal--
She breathes!
Her enemies will rise and falter,
write histories and deeds,
forge sword and shield
and plunder--
but She never leaves.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 824 AF.
Written by: Jhulavdra, Shepherd of the Black Forest
Date: Tuesday, March 10th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
The Silent Wildwood whispers
from the ring of Elder Trees,
in the darkness keep I,
among Guardians and Bees.
Nature begets relentlessly
while You sleep,
Gods and Kings fall--
but She springs!
She is endless,
eternal--
She breathes!
Her enemies will rise and falter,
write histories and deeds,
forge sword and shield
and plunder--
but She never leaves.
Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 824 AF.
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