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Mischief of the Night

Poetry By: stories
Literary fiction



A group of five mountain folk go into the forest of the night.


Submitted:Mar 29, 2014    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Ventured out in the forest of the night
we axe our way on through the trees
Bring the potion, I can almost taste my might
A table we have found below our knees

The woods are full of joy, as we fill another cup
the wooden torch gets cold, as we are leaving for our hut
I make my way, last in line of five
I hear a giant scream, it sends shivers down my spine

We reach our home with hastened step
quick, before the giants wrath
I grab a stone and carve some runes
A story to be told of us five fools





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