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Darkwoods and Willows Wild

Dark are the woods and wild is the willow

Swift is the silence passing over the meadow

Blasted be the breeze that brings with it sorrow

Calmed by the screams that cannot see the morrow



Nepenthe ease the pain that's as cold as the river

Sun heat the day that makes my soul shiver

Swift be the arrow from my bow from my quiver

Sharp be its point and to black hearts deliver



For a darkness has taken this once prosperous land

That which stood firm has crumbled to sand

But that which forsakes shall soon pack up and flee

For by arrow and blade these lands shall be free



The sorrow is planted in root, branch and see

The vast cry of nature heeds me and mine steed

We ride down the sorrow and with it we go

To another dimension not above nor below



Life floods the woods and with joy weeps the willow

Bird song breaks the silence that troubled the meadow

A fresh scented breeze has blown out of sorrow

An air of sweet laughter awaits for the morrow.