The Foe from Isearl

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I can't begin to understand the mind,

With its complex reasons and simple conclusions.

But traveling through hers,

Shoots arrows of fear at everyone who goes near.

All alone she's become,

My walls too high for even the most experienced climber


All alone she is,

Kidnapped by the foe from Iearsl.


Trapped in a land, many haven't traveled.

The foreign terrain plagued with pain,

As I sadly wander through the over-grown forest

With leaves dark with sadness,

the trees are drooping with the weight of every action I make,

The soft bright moss that used to cover the trunks are brown and decaying,

I hear a voice that whispers to me a story of a happy child whose only fault was her innocence.


Prancing through her benevolent kingdom,

With a dress woven with the golden rays of the sun,

Whose light was a gift from her beloved __

She encountered a lost soul

Whose only wish she granted without a thought,

For helping others was her only fault


And thus,

Kidnapped by the foe from Iearsl.


Bloody and torn,

This child escaped the foe from her nightmares only to discover,

That many years have passed.

Her peaceful kingdom was ravaged by tricksters and conniving thieves.

Her once beacon of hope was in ruins.

The tall white gates of her garden were rusted over,

The bright flowers she planted with her mother were dead, replaced by weeds.

Only the darkest demons remained to scare off anyone who dare try and make a home there.


Her kingdom was gone,

And with it her dreams of a peaceful haven for those who couldn't survive in Ieasl,

Her garden of Eden was destroyed, dead.

Replaced with a hard stone wall tall as the sky itself

surrounding a small grove a trees that reminded the time before Life had caught up to her,


Or maybe it was the time that was yet to come

The part of her kingdom

that survived the foe from Iearsl

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