Nestled between two giant sequoia trees.
As old as earth. As old as time. As old as fate.
Teeming with fauna, flora, and mystical energies.
Under aurora flushed skies, a hidden path awaits.
Redolent of petrichor, home to mythical beasts.
Elves reside protected — by sword, spell, and pointy gates.
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A/N: Eh. Not my favorite. Might work on it another time. Tried an acrostic poem since it was a bonus prompt. It was... difficult.
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Moon Gate: Volume I
PoetryA collection of poetry based on prompts from the Versification contest. I'm aiming for dark, magical, and supernatural themes. Also trying out several types of poetry like iambic pentameter, limericks, etc. The only rules were to stay within 4 to 8...
