Maiden in the forest

Through the thick trees runs maiden,

The oozing fog breaks at her feet,

Blonde her hair flutters through the garden,

To her soul's magic treat


Green light broke through the mist,

Her young face, it revealed,

Branches bowed before her beauty,

Grass had her path unconcealed


So ran the beautiful maiden on her path,

Beside the Gods, through the trees and the fern,

They shall hold against her no wrath,

Patiently waiting for her return

The End

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