*Guardian of the Forest*

walking softly the wind will blow

faintest of sounds

turn your head just so

catch a glimpse

the warrior beauty

as quick and you saw

just as quickly is gone

the voice of the forest

though a prisoner in herself

the choice of a savior

is to sit on the shelves

looking through the forest light

when darkness falls

hear screams in the night

untill the sun rises

the moon rules on

when rays fall upon earth

her spirit lives on

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