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The leaves and moss beneath my boots give way easily to my presence here, only protesting midly with an occasional rustle or snap.
Tis a full moon this night, illuminating the darkness of this night as well as my heart perhaps.Was that you just then, that sudden flash of of moonlight on the forest floor.
Did a moonbeam grace thy pale, gentle face and send it's reflection back dancing to the primal tangle of trees, heavy with their fall burden of colors.Bushes, gnarled and blackened and a deep carpet of of leaves that let thee tread so silently.
And does the forest hold they secret still, encircling this wooded place, like tall, silent guardians. But stillness is my only answer.
The fog settles onto the ground, tiny fingers of pale gray and while, swirl about my feet and raise to envelople me like a lover's embrace.
The air becomes crisp and my breath comes in small puffs and dances with the fog.It flows onto the ground now, like a gentle stream of water.
Surely now, your form will come into view, surely my calling has reached you.I have been waiting my lord, my master, to be reborn yet again.
Have ye yet not awakened..., so that my voice does not stir they soul.If you listen hard enough you shall hear me.
No reply to my whispered questions, the aged woods hold fast their secrets.
A cold wind gusts thru the leaves on the trees, they hiss and rustle..calling your name.Branches creak and moan in reply, seemingly to echo my own moans of longing.
I pull my coat more firmly around my throat, walking further into the forest, into the night.
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Submitted by NocturnisOrchid
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