Forgotten Forest -

An oaken citadel

Unscathed by the touch of man

Intrusion deep within

The womb of an ancient land

Could this be a sacred place

Sheltered from the war?

Treasures for the powerful lie

Beyond the ivy door

Dusk settles

Trees beyond the reach of the sun

Languishing the tale

Of a former age

Time speaks another tongue

The path is always fleeting

Never to be found

The trees are always whispering

Never to be heard

Whispers pierce the stillness

From a dark place beyond the mist

Path growing colder

Trees wither away

Out of the woods comes a cry

A cry of distress

Onward we march

Deep heart of this forest

Where an ancient evil seethes

From the roots of the trees

Inner sanctum, night ellipses day

Calmly sits a bearded man

Deep in meditation

His lips begin to move

An out-pour of forbidden love