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The dwindling light
The moonlight so pale
The wood settles in, the trees they moan
As the night casts its veil
The creaking of leather, the hooves come to rest
While the creatures of old, start beating their chests

Memories come forth
As I dismount my gelding

The smoke from the fire, brings legends of time
The body at ease with storms in the mind
Sink into my earthen bed, the blaze eschews my sight
Our pelts emanate with the smell of the pipe

The ranger begins recounting tales of a realm
Left unheard and out of sight from the world of men

Travellers from afar meaning well on the road
Cross between two ancient trees
Marked with runes of the old world

The air it cooled, their visions blurred, drunk or in dream
Vestiges of reality seem to sink beneath the sorcery

A doorway to endless night
A glowing scape of eidolon
A trumpet blasts the warning call
Can you see the eyes?
Tonight, satyrs ride

Lit candles hang from trees, emit a flameless glow
Fluorescent falls pool on the path with founts still unseen
The sound of the nymphs' lore the weary to call
The light from the emerald walls leaves mortal men in awe

Purple skies illuminate the moss on the stones
Revealing faces so pristine, made by dryads alone

A doorway to endless night
A glowing scape of eidolon
A trumpet blasts the warning call
Can you see the eyes?
Tonight, satyrs ride

They're in the plane where pleasure mixes with such pain
Overseen by cloved gods who revel in their wild domain

The storyteller is disturbed by a shrill in the air
In the night a trumpet sounds, will we face the satyrs stare?

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