Magic Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem that takes place in the world of Daar. Part of the Primal Image series.

Submitted: April 27, 2017

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Submitted: April 27, 2017



Oh I see I see. Look it's a magic tree.

The moon tonight is so bright.

Yet the branches somehow light.


Falling slow, a glow of dust glistens.

Wind whispers and carries it a distance.

There is nothing else controlling the night, not even moth or butterfly.

Sometimes spread wings that are dry.

Must be from the tree, no question why.


So let's whisk letters in the sky.

With these branches we will try.


We can now sneak deeper in the night.

Follow the dust for a magic plight.

Just don't wake our parents or they will fright.

Now that we go out of sight.


As far as we go.

A dispersion that once was dust,

spreads out more like smoke forming a window.

Wait a second, I know this house.


I count one wolf and one fox.

Let's use our branches to open the pad locks.

They are not yet dim, so keep them low.

The wood creeks, so try to tip toe.


Now that we see what is not kept free.

Bottles on a barrow, chemical from the tree?

Let's take a drink.

Then we will see.


There is no magic in these bottles.

But now I know what makes my dad wobble.

So time to get out of here, before we get in trouble.

Besides, this basement stuffs up nostrils.


What stuffs up noses is dust coming from this ceiling.

But it is not magic like before maybe someone up there thinks we are steeling.

Yes it is time for go.

Hopefully now one will ever know.


With these wands we will keep out of sight.

Time to sneak into our own windows.

Now I see, now I see why they say to stay away from the Elsey tree.

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