Crying Leaves

The main Forrest propagandist
fell prey to the ghastly breeze
inhabiting every facet of
the mid- tree feast.

A pack of grated Elves scouted for
unsung harmonium instruments,
and subsequently delivered them to
empyrean pixies, who made love
to the ever pugnacious Erymanthian Boar.

Silent spells were convoked
by ginger haired Warlocks, who
danced impetuously to uncoordinated
rhythm sections.

The nearby Lake chirped verses
from the book of Jonah ,
trying to raise Aspidochelone
up towards the center of the forestry skies.