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Perhaps some
trolls, deep underground, in secret caves of white
carved out a winter
wonderland so far away from light;
or maybe dragon's
breath was melting tunnels through the earth?
in days of long
ago, when people knew of magic's worth.
Did hordes of Orcs
dig deep inside the mountains with their blades?
from there to raid
by dark as blackened shadows through the glades;
to grab some tiny
baby elves, and slyly steal away,
back to their
frightful mazes where they live until today.
Or was it Elfin
rivers, turned aside by wizard's wand?
to run into the
mountains and appear again beyond;
so forest nymphs
and pixies had a place to sing their tune
and dance along the
river bed, in light of golden moon.
And then did gnomes
apply their skills to sculpt an ancient scene?
where unicorns ran
free in pastures permanent and green;
where sylphic imps
could play their flutes as stardust fell around,
and runes were
carved in stone to keep the dark things underground.
A fey, angelic
landscape carved to last millennia's years,
perhaps, now, elves
are watching from afar, and see through tears?
as modern rivers
running through have changed their story told,
and now we see but
limestone - for our hearts are beating cold.
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