scrap #8
I heard it calling
My dear mossy friends,
How I long, I long to know
Of knights and battles and the mystical of a never long time ago
In sunny fields where wild flowers grow
Of magic and nymph, dragons, and mortals follies untold
In the dark and lush of overgrowth between the trees of old
How I long, I long to know
Of royals, fair maids, of heroes who dared to be so bold
On majestic mountain sides where mossy forests grow
With hope and courage against uncertain twists and formidable foe
How I long, I long to know
Sincerely yours,
Bella C. Reynolds