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in a convoluted world, nature pleads,
a nithing pole rises, ancient warnings heeds
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midst urban tangles, it stands defiant,
cursing those deaf to Earth’s desperate cry
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Tag: narrative
sword
∴ 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 ∴
allegation
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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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transform
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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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escargot
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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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nightmare
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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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weekend
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as the weekend gently ebbs, within the cwtch of fading time, the old man lights the fire
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seasoned moments kindle, where mystery and hiraeth intertwine in the smoke and warm glow
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the fire murmurs and hisses, as tales fed by ancient oak and cyfnos, are now brought to light
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