A CAUTION TO
TRAVELERS
Deep inside
dark Wyrdworm Wood,
there lies a wishing well.
Take care in what you ask for there,
for that dark pit leads straight to Hell.
Another path in Wyrdworm Wood
leads to an ancient bell.
Pray touch it not, nor let it ring,
for that then would be your death knell.
Tarry not in Wyrdworm Wood,
lest you fall under its spell.
To fall asleep would bring dark dreams,
and terrors that would never quell.
Hurry on past Wyrdworm Wood,
where we poor wraiths once fell.
Live well and long on this fair earth…
for of your end, we may not tell.
-- Chris Ambrose
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BLUTNEST DES ADLERS
(Eagle's Blood Nest)
Eventide crawls from forest deep,
past wizened dark clutching hemlocks,
towards the crumbling mountain road
to castle Blutnest des Adlers.
Once fertile lands grow wild with thorns.
Broken-backed cottage - blind windows s
tare across gorse thicket; tumbled
rock walls guard vine shrouded tombstones.
Above dark glades, the eagle wheels,
talons flashing with drying blood,
scout and watchman for he who sleeps
by day above the weeping clouds.
Lands once rich, now lie in ruin.
Lost farms wildly sprout unknown herbs,
apothecary for the night
and he who walks dark forest deep.
Copyright (c) by Chris Ambrose.