

glenGaea's untamed green eyes peer down from the branches. Like the sun's first rays breaking though the morning mist. Bringing warmth and brilliance with each passing glance. As though a smile penetrates my heart on the tip of a lance.glen
Down from those branches, arms do hang Arms like that of a mighty oak, in the form of a cherry tree Within these trunks I do nestle With a piece of mind, and heart
Not far from the trees a cold stream runs In this tranquil stream I have often bathed The only place I have had the nerve to do so For this stream refreshes


Dance Of The Orange LightFerocious fury furry flame Blazed back and black Eyes in a flowing row of glow A glow of a row before the final flowDance Of The Orange Light
Prancing impediment predator Stripes stripping fear to the bone
Tail tipping and dipping Feet gripping and snitching Teeth dripping and chattering Bodies silent and scared
Prancing impediment predator Stripes stripping fear to the bone
The dance performs in a forest
Full of unnatural wood work Powered by a forceful sun Covered by leaves of warmth
Prancing impediment predator Stripes stripping


down townThe wispy gray fog covered the town Enveloping me throughout thedown town
Valley of the concrete shades
A Blank city, No land marks, To strive for
The gray fog blended the city
Combining it, making it one one that is shrouded
I walked past these shades and Each one whispered nothing Silent in their concrete approach, Only the streets spoke spewing gray fog from the sewers A smoke screen from the depths Impeding any urchines urge to find a way
The buildings once buzzed with brillance Now dimmed by the fading elecritcy  
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