If you come then summon love, Or do not come at all.This place is more than we can see;So be good, only good,Shades of forgotten giants Sprout between these trees.We are seldom welcome here,Though nor are we derided,Our presence is accepted When the green shroud hangs untorn.There might be rustlings,Rumours of shy covens;This could be the site witches burned.A shriek follows, something falls, ...

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