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When I first Woke, it was bright outside I was standing in a field of green and butterflies Liquid warmth and the smell of copper metal Filled my mouth and nose, and in the meadow I caught sight of a fawn startled by my peculiar Form, before running off into the deep woods Where I must go, into the dark deep woods Where I go, dark deep woods Something urges me on like instinct, perhaps there are people nearby who can help I must find help, people near help When I come to the edge of the wood an Elf I catch in the corner of my eye goads me, begs me Come hither into the wood and I Go Go and go further into the dark, deep wood But I am not scared, only following the sweet copper smell Until I fall upon a Shadow in the Forest, and into the Black I fell When I Woke again I taste more copper, and crimson stains and red are upon my shirt and legs and boots It is dark now but I can see, see the Fire in the deep woods, and I follow the light, follow light--tread light! Follow deep into the fire, fading And the forms awash in the ember glow, asleep and I must go...
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
1698 Part I
When I first Woke, it was bright outside I was standing in a field of green and butterflies Liquid warmth and the smell of copper metal Filled my mouth and nose, and in the meadow I caught sight of a fawn startled by my peculiar Form, before running off into the deep woods Where I must go, into the dark deep woods Where I go, dark deep woods Something urges me on like instinct, perhaps there are people nearby who can help I must find help, people near help When I come to the edge of the wood an Elf I catch in the corner of my eye goads me, begs me Come hither into the wood and I Go Go and go further into the dark, deep wood But I am not scared, only following the sweet copper smell Until I fall upon a Shadow in the Forest, and into the Black I fell When I Woke again I taste more copper, and crimson stains and red are upon my shirt and legs and boots It is dark now but I can see, see the Fire in the deep woods, and I follow the light, follow light--tread light! Follow deep into the fire, fading And the forms awash in the ember glow, asleep and I must go...
Part II coming soon
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
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