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Literature Text
The forest bathes in the moonlit night,
Forgotten forever by those who lost sight.
They used to be young and play under the leafs,
But time takes its toll, now trees are just trees.
Trees used to be castles where secrets would hide,
Pick up your sword and scramble inside.
“The monsters are coming, their power is great”:
Inside your mind you used to narrate.
The sticks in your hands turned suddenly to swords,
And out in the fields, approached the oncoming hoards.
Hands firm on your sword you rose to the task,
They came at you quick, but you came right back.
Heed my words now or face a dire cost,
The way we create must never be lost.
Look out your window and what do you see?
Is it a castle? Or still just a tree.
Forgotten forever by those who lost sight.
They used to be young and play under the leafs,
But time takes its toll, now trees are just trees.
Trees used to be castles where secrets would hide,
Pick up your sword and scramble inside.
“The monsters are coming, their power is great”:
Inside your mind you used to narrate.
The sticks in your hands turned suddenly to swords,
And out in the fields, approached the oncoming hoards.
Hands firm on your sword you rose to the task,
They came at you quick, but you came right back.
Heed my words now or face a dire cost,
The way we create must never be lost.
Look out your window and what do you see?
Is it a castle? Or still just a tree.
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Just something I wrote when I was bored, kind of reminds me of being kid.
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thank you ^.^