Kynock Forest....

The weather feels like singing,
When greeted by the trees.
Their leaves ever stroking,
The friendly rushing breeze,
Of the wind that loves,
Ands lives in Kynock Forest.

The creatures of such beauty,
Disguised within the mass,
Of earthy greens, and browns,
When walking you'd just pass,
The animals that sleep
And stalk in Kynock Forest.

The withered Fawns, and Faeries,
Unicorns and Sprites,
Cattuarys, Slinks and Mogs,
All enjoys the nights,
That glisten and shine,
In the essence of Kynock Forest.

Three moons they sit gently,
Upon the pearl sky.
They whisper of the darkness,
And time slowly passes by.
But the magic still remains,
And stays in Kynock Forest.

There I sat among the grass,
Beneath the Sinstar tree.
My head just resting on the bark,
For all the world to see.
But the world it did not look,
At least not at me,
It was over come by Kynock Forest,
And its simple beauty.

Kynock Forest was my home,
I loved I well, back then.
I left and never did go back,
And never shall again.

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If you've read any other of my poems, you may notice a similar link between some of the fantasy poems.
They all are descriptions things that happen, and of places within Cormada, (see earlier poem) the land in which the book I'm writing is set.

Don't lose faith though, I'm generally A LOT better at story writing than poetry. So, give me the benefit of the doubt. ;)

This is something of an attempted comeback, I've had serious writers block, and I think I'll play it safe for a while, as fantasy is what I'm best at. ;)
Thank you Elly. xxx You have been my motivation, and this ones for you. xxx

Kat xxx