"niads" poems
Hidden from the world lies a place so divine,
dark and quiet, it heralds peace within.
A place know to
but a chosen few,
its walls laced with delicate ferns
dripping with crystaline dew.
Hear the drops and trickles falling
musically to the stream below.
Deep within its walls
dwell those shadowy few,
nymphs and faeries
and others too.
Niads and hyriads
and their spirit kind,
lie in serene repose.
Ye blessed visitors
who this place find,
Keep these secrets
so divine
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC