Through the woods I wander,
Unfamiliar trees tower above,rit
Their leaves gossiping secret wonders,
Of the ground beneath my feet,
A carpet of upturned and rotting roots.
As I move deeper into the forest,
My mind begins to wander,
And I imagine one of these roots,
As the skeletal remains of a dragon,
Its bony spine twisted below the surface.
I picture the dragon,
Once mighty and fearsome,
Lying here for centuries,
Forgotten by all but the trees.
And as I pass by,
I can almost hear its whisper,
A faint echo of a time long gone,
When dragons ruled the skies.
The forest around me seems alive,
With the spirit of this ancient creature,
And I feel a sense of wonder,
At the mysteries that lie within.
For even in death,
The dragon’s presence lingers,
A testament to its power,
And a reminder of the magic that once was.
So I continue on my journey,
Through this strange and wondrous land,
Eager to discover what other secrets,
Lie hidden in this enchanted forest.
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