Please no flames.
The jasmine blooms where no one sees, In my Grove.
When sunlight fades and moonbeams reign,
The Sorrow fades to a distant pain,
In my Grove.

The ocean below echoes my name, In my Grove.
It calls of mistakes past made, In my Grove.
Our secrets die and our promises lie,
Yet our day will come when the Moon is high,
In my Grove.

With laurel in hand, and heavy a heart,
I fight the battles that never should start.
Within my Grove.

Dracnor Blackroot

-author's note- I know I'm nowhere near the caliber of most here, but be
gentle. Its not easy to post it.

The wind blows through the lonely trees, In my Grove.
Please no flames.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 286 AF.