A walk through the gentle forest,
The faeries make a ring around me…singing,
Pollen floats through the air,
A stirring in the trees,
I see the entity of life…fleeing,
The stirring, becomes a silence,
The faeries waver, stop…breaking the circkle,
Through the trees comes an invasion of death and darkness,
The dark faeries, an aura of blackness around them,
They blot out the sun…obscuring the light, they slowly slay the faeries…feeling the despair…the in capibility to help my brethen,
I sware revenge on the humans that did this..