spirits roam the forest

when you walk into the depths of the forest take head my son for the spirits dwell here among the trees they float along the breeze my son- you'll find them there their eyes that glow with crimson fire their need my son is never filled they twist the wind as they desire through the reeds my son their tears are spilled (yeah i was bored so i draw a forest with spirits in it... and then i wrote a random poem)

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• CherriMonki  (54090 strokes)