A/N- Here's another poem, but this one is about the forest of Mirkwood where Legolas Greenleaf lives. Don't forget to leave a review so I know what sort of stuff you guys want!
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Mirkwood
Here in the forest of Mirkwood there is only green,
Leaves make up the canopy that floats above the trees,
Elvish people gather here and rejoice under the moon,
Which shimmers gently through the branches brightening the gloom.
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Birdsong is heard throughout the day loud and clear and free,
This is paired with the ever cheerful buzzing of a bee,
When night time falls you'll hear a sound shortly and very soon,
As elvish maidens make their clothing upon a silver loom.
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The starlight dapples all the ground and soon enough you'll see,
Small creatures scuffling around as silent as a plea,
And if you find a clearing at the very stroke of noon,
You'll find yourself a tiny stone engraved with a single rune.
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If you seek to find it then note this and take heed,
It can only be seen by innocent eyes never those of greed,
And when you see a cloud of smoke rising in a plume,
Make haste and go before the evil things come and find you.
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