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Margaret Wall
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Enchanted Wood
Amongst the high celestial peaks
Tall pines stand ancient, unique
A sea of mist rides up the valley
Storm clouds crash, sounds carry
Floating island, living spire
Words of enchantment full of fire
Voices waken from the past
A shout, alarm, trumpet blast
Clash of steel, a horse rides fast
Banner swirls, shaft of light
helmet glistens, imperial sight
Here the brave young warriors stood
Their dreams, their fears understood
Seared into this shield of wood
Now the skies begin to clear
Sights and sounds no longer appear
Only soft winds revere
Is that a voice, I strain to here
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