Riven-dale

by Maple Tree   Apr 27, 2015


The black isles
are long corridors,
infested deep within a weary
traveler's mind.

I've remained silent within
twisted alleyways and highways.

Unspoken adventures
to Riven-dale, a nature
witches tale of blue waters deep
and birch trees a mile high of my
creativity.

I'm a known soldier of fantasy;
it is my destiny to unleash the wild
within....

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