Into the Woods
Down into the garden,
The children go to play.
A spark of joy in Entsteig,
On this Light-forsaken day.
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Unfruitful is the harvest,
And bitter is the wind.
A curse upon these lands, some say,
A judgement for our sins.
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But joy is in this moment,
And more so with a yell.
A light beyond the garden
Of this sight, a child tells.
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A glow within the forest,
The domain of the fae.
Realm of unfaithful pagans,
That's what Zakarumites say.
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But the light, the children follow,
Into the forest dim.
Such are the minds of children,
How could they know sin?
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For aren't they all of Entsteig?
Children of Sharval?
The light, they choose to follow,
In it they laugh and marvel.
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But then the light sputters and fades,
The children left alone.
Silent as a cathedral,
Like the one that's close to home.
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But the Light is not in Heaven,
Damnation walks this ground.
For from the gloom come demons,
New prey, they now have found.
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This light had no benevolence,
Did not grant earthly dreams.
So from this darkened forest,
Comes sound of many screams.
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And then the sound of silence,
Soon will come lamentation.
So beware, children of Entsteig,
So close is your damnation.