once upon a time the forest was alive
but no man walked inside its underbelly
instead, it was beings that had the ability to match man's drive
but they were doomed to forever have empathy
for all that the forest gave them and all the evil from them it deprived
they still allowed men inside to treat them like fairies
and that is why they all died
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urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
