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I wander, over misty hills

Through fog of a night so cold

I wander, into taunting woodland

Through the great gates of oak

I wander, past ruins of yore

The star's in the night sky, shine so bright

Gleaming down upon the forest floor

There is no end in sight

I see a distant glow

In the dead of night

Behind the ancient ruins

and grand oaks in their might

I hear the screeching

Of the woodland spirits

Bound eternally

To this weald so cursed

Their piercing howls

Echo through this land

So cold, so scared

I can only wait helplessly

Until Dawn

I see the morning sun

Through the trees

The rays of warmth

Cast over me

A new energy

Infuses this weald

For a new chapter is to begin