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This is a fragment of a poem written quite some time ago by yours truly—this portion was meant to be a lullaby and, I think, stands alone fairly well.


Look for the enchanted forest deep in the shade of forgotten trees.

Listen for the haunting strains of music carried on the breeze.

The magic, my sweetling, is there to find if your will is strong and your mind believes.

It takes a heart both young and wild to dance with the Sidhe among the leaves.

But be wary of their promises and do not tarry overlong.

For often, love, the sweetest notes begin the darkest songs.