Some things are so much harder when you try to force it. -sigh- One hour = One stanza
There was a dryad whose blood ran red
She lived among northern trees
Walked without care where ever she went
Her laugh issued lightly, with ease.
Her wandering led to a keep black and gray
Planted dreams with the ferns by the gate
Carefully tended, they seemed to take root
With hopes riding high on her fate
Passed by the years, dreams flourished no more
Green leaves were blackened with doubt
Once fertile soil became brittle and fine
Abandoned in loyalty's drought
Life reinvented in family's name
A Twilit forest, a sharing of blood
Though autumn's colors close reign of the sun
DarkWillows bloom in the flood
She lived among northern trees
Walked without care where ever she went
Her laugh issued lightly, with ease.
Her wandering led to a keep black and gray
Planted dreams with the ferns by the gate
Carefully tended, they seemed to take root
With hopes riding high on her fate
Passed by the years, dreams flourished no more
Green leaves were blackened with doubt
Once fertile soil became brittle and fine
Abandoned in loyalty's drought
Life reinvented in family's name
A Twilit forest, a sharing of blood
Though autumn's colors close reign of the sun
DarkWillows bloom in the flood