Tag: narrative

∴ she held the belief that I was a creature of the forest, in the dappled evening glow where wolves abound

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however, beneath the boughs, my truth remained concealed—a silent dream of the woodland

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amongst the leaves, my sword lay hidden, crafted from branches with an ancient design • a guardian of nature, my true self revealed —the essence of a soul, a surreal truth

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she saw that my eyes were filled with tales of untamed woods, frolicking with the ever-shifting seasons and

unrestrained moods • in the quiet where wind, fire, earth, and wood converge

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antlers adorned my wooden crown-a symbol of power, a testament to the wild’s renown • through the trees, my truth unfurled-a creature born from the the ancient wood

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she, the truth seeker, delved into my lore, feeling the pulse of the forest’s heart in the quiet between our breaths ∴

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why should I bear such allegations questioned the fox

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these tiny mouse murmurs in the night, this false proclamation,

for innocence is my cloak, truth my vocation,

a sly reputation, but no malevolent aspirations

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through your labyrinth of accusations I tread,

yet unseen, unheard, in shadows widespread,

seek not the villain where darkness is cast,

for in your moonlit drama, my innocence will outlast

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and with that the fox fades into the night,

a riddle for those who may question his plight

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beware, tiny mouse! 

dusk’s cloak conceals the malevolent fox,

who slyly shifts ‘neath darkening cover,

his fur transforms into shadow,

then hunts unseen!

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burrow deep,

craft a labyrinth of tunnels,

navigate with care through twists and turns,

survive, you will, 

until the morning light returns

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glistening trails on silver plates shine,

in hushed rebellion, we defy what’s defined

no buttery remains, this uprising grows,

hors d’oeuvres liberation, led by escargot

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as dusk descends, the fire keeper stands guard over our dreams, 

nightmares persist, clawing relentlessly at the grate

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embers illuminate a fragile pact, yet chaos breaches the sanctuary of the hearth

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in the amber glow of autumn’s stage, 

each falling leaf, a fleeting act, 

a drama of russet hues, 

their final performance, 

a quiet surrender to the earth

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