The Magic Forest
Among the tallest trees, the
Lone Princess wandered
Without an end.
The greens turned black,
Mocking.
In another corner mourned
The demon's wife
Clutching his corpse, torn
To pieces
By warriors as brutes do.
Sometimes magic was spun
By the leaves and the twigs
Of the dancing forest-
All creatures rejoiced in it
And then humans came.
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