6. The Old Forest
seen Shadows ride upon it too, sniffing and seeking. Well, now they know:
into the heart of all the queer old tales they must flee before it's over.
Merry, useful guide, knows all the locals' tales. But he cannot hear what
lichens whisper, branches threaten.
Death before you, death around you. Ancient and bitter, the grudging
spirits, the stifling air. Doesn't fear make you sleepy? Relax to hungry
roots, death's willow.
Jerked alive and rescued - hey-dol, merry-dol! Not all earth's Powers
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