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Traveler’s Repose
Silver, shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Inviting the weary traveler near
To wonder what enchantments linger here.
Were a sprite’s wings fluttering near my head?
Did I glimpse an old gnome with his cap of red?
Is it dryads who make the trees to stir?
Are they talking now, in but a whisper?
The traveler drinks, never certain
What he did or didn’t see behind that curtain
Surrounding a shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Inviting the weary traveler near
To wonder what enchantments linger here.
Were a sprite’s wings fluttering near my head?
Did I glimpse an old gnome with his cap of red?
Is it dryads who make the trees to stir?
Are they talking now, in but a whisper?
The traveler drinks, never certain
What he did or didn’t see behind that curtain
Surrounding a shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Published 28th Nov 2024
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29th Nov 2024 3:29am
So you wrote of sprites, gnomes and dryads. I can see where they combined nicely You said the pool invited you there that is interesting. I would think you would be lured to it by a wisp or whisper from the sprits.
I love fantasy.
I love fantasy.
