The Chronicles of Infel

Over hill and under hill, and through the meadows green:Across the sand, across the sea, so many things I’ve seen. I’ve seen the forest’s winter, watched the woods fill up…

The woods loom thick with evergreen, an ancient, old, forgotten scene, And through the mist and tangled roots, a tiny witch strolls on between. Though twisted bark casts shadows strong, the…

Snow sways softly down from darkened Sky consumed By ashen clouds And lands        collected         with its others Touching, holding, kissing, loving, ‘till They all           melt                 together                       Becoming…