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The dwindling light

The moonlight so pale

The wood settles in, the trees they moan

As the night casts its veil

The creaking of leather, the hooves come to rest

While the creatures of old, start beating their chests

Memories come forth

As I dismount my gelding

The smoke from the fire, brings legends of time

The body at ease with storms in the mind

Sink into my earthen bed, the blaze eschews my sight

Our pelts emanate with the smell of the pipe

The ranger begins recounting tales of a realm

Left unheard and out of sight from the world of men

Travellers from afar meaning well on the road

Cross between two ancient trees

Marked with runes of the old world

The air it cooled, their visions blurred, drunk or in dream

Vestiges of reality seem to sink beneath the sorcery

A doorway to endless night

A glowing scape of eidolon

A trumpet blasts the warning call

Can you see the eyes?

Tonight, satyrs ride

Lit candles hang from trees, emit a flameless glow

Fluorescent falls pool on the path with founts still unseen

The sound of the nymphs' lore the weary to call

The light from the emerald walls leaves mortal men in awe

Purple skies illuminate the moss on the stones

Revealing faces so pristine, made by dryads alone

A doorway to endless night

A glowing scape of eidolon

A trumpet blasts the warning call

Can you see the eyes?

Tonight, satyrs ride

They're in the plane where pleasure mixes with such pain

Overseen by cloved gods who revel in their wild domain

The storyteller is disturbed by a shrill in the air

In the night a trumpet sounds, will we face the satyrs stare?