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It’s come to my attention

That it’s been far too long

Since our last sojourn

Into the weeping vines

Amid the crooked husks

And the hollowed trunks

I want to lay my bones down

Upon the the wooded glen

I’m met with new encroachments

With every pilgrimage

The waystones keep eroding

The path is lost to time

The whispering branches echo

A retributive call

To reconquer

And reinvigorate the wild

I am

The magus in the wood

I bear

The aegis on my breast

Whoso-

Ever does transgress

My threshold

Shall be swallowed up

And what gives you the right

To loose your ploughs

Upon the roots

Into the soil and through

Your presumption

Is most telling, to us

Your poisoned furrows

We tread upon

I am

The magus in the wood

I bear

The aegis on my breast

Whoso-

Ever does transgress

My threshold

Shall be swallowed up

This wood Is my ward

Now and for as long As long as I shall live

An epoch shall pass

under my watch

Under this canopy