Flowing, Gliding, the forest
is full
of his presence
But he is never seen
until you trespass
on the lands
of k'Sheyna
He has been wounded
by the icy blade that cuts his heart
but he is healing
somewhere
evil lurks
to steal the fire
of the dawn
but a bright feather
moves
under the guise of white
to fill his heart
with life and purpose
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