Into the forest they creep,Clawing forward,Touching the deep.This is no place for them,Yet they come,Flowing over rock and stem.Shadows fade and darken,both,silent the trees hearken.Awakening is what
Into the forest they creep,Clawing forward,Touching the deep.This is no place for them,Yet they come,Flowing over rock and stem.Shadows fade and darken,both,silent the trees hearken.Awakening is what