Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on Along the stone walls There are markings, Carvings from a different age, Each with a story to convey Legends of old, eras of myth, Times when gods ruled All kept through the drawings Of those who lived through Records of a time, Once known, Now lost The images will always be there To remind It is in this cave, Surrounded by trees of crimson leaves, That these precious memories Will forever remain
© 7 February 2019, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 