black silhouettes against a barely lighter sky
they came in slowly
when they entered the wood
like a fog
almost invisible
the mushrooms glowed
illuminating their frightened faces
three young men
in search of a hope
that grew inside them
faeries giggled above them
but flew off at their sight
leaving only a slight bell sound above
they stepped on moonstones to cross frothing blue rivers
and the goblin hid by the talking stump
the creatures watched these three young men
in search of their own hope in the magic woodland
when here was not where they reside
this hope of men would not be found within the forest
but within their very hearts
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☾moonpoems☽
Poetry© 2016 SwitchandMixie highest rating: #159 in poetry i wrote these crappy things so please don't take :) there are no capital letters in this book because sometimes we need a break from capital letters that scream at us and make everything s...
