Trails leading through the wood
Dark shadows hanging down
Trapping silence in their boughs
Whispers travel between stone markers
Tread of Ancient tales
Connecting old pillars down the path's length

Moving into this new world
Leaving  the plains behind

Passing the first marker
Feeling its pulse as it warns the next
Ignoring their treachery, the
Elf-child stays on  the winding trail
Coming home 
Grown into a man-
Centuries away from home
Entering these ancient trees of his youth

Bringing all his newly gained
Knowledge and power back home
Home to his old waiting world.

~Shadow
~Maria Kay
5/25/98  

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