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A call weaving through the trees
Tempting all who hear
Urging them to wander
Braving the misty forest
Where only the road is safe
The sleeper sings and cries
Begging for release
Trapped within dreams
That may never end
Until the sleeper meets the sun
Many have followed the call
Only few have come home
Vague memories of the fugue
That devours the mind
And sets the body wandering
Legends of Windemere 
That’s beautiful and eerie.
I love a dangerous place like this where a traveler may have to pass through, but must heed warnings in order to pass through safely. (But whoever abides by those warnings?)
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Nobody. It’s really tough when the locals refuse to put warning signs up. Or when there’s no telling when the fugue will reappear. At least the ‘guides’ get to relax. 😀
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Sounds like an intriguing story. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks. It’s definitely an interesting first act to the next book. 🙂
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What a beautiful poem! 🙂 Mist and fog always make the hero’s journey more difficult, especially when the hero can’t see beyond the mist. 🙂
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It was a fun area to create for the next book. Though the fugue lasts for a lot longer than the mist does. 🙂
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Spooky! It would make a great forewarning for a hero…
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Definitely. Though a warning would spoil the fun. 😀
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Ooo, now I’m curious!
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Hurray! What I was hoping for. 🙂
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