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out near the dew on the ground frozen cud

deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides

the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream

one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain

green cloven briars on the sidelines permeates the brevity inside

rocks of scructured hallow cloven parchment

one step at a time we would climb in its dwelling

perhaps this is the place where Indians tread

dark ellusive columns of grand vestibules to discover

was it any wonder the sun radiated on its sphere

at last a wooden sctructure could it be a sign

the place where little fairy's & hobbits used to frequent

as I came closer to the dwelling there was an opening

but only scratched the surface of what lieth beneath

smoke had started to come forth from below

perhaps this was a doorway to Hell

there it was a lively dragon with scorching flames through its habitation

a dark figure approached me I wanted to run

but the voice insisted that I stay & pray

so I neglected to turn around and leave

with emmemse sadness there was new gladness

for the figure was an angel sent down from heaven

I glanced at the dragon who was now snearing in my direction

in a flash it was all gone & left me inside with a song

within my heart there beats a hidden melody

living in the forest of the land of make believe