Seasons of Magic in Misty Grove

A slow drum beats and burning souls heat,

Bonfire blazing in Misty Grove.

Catching the fervor in its wings, Bumble Bee floats towards the prize

Deathbell, prominently featured in rare

Exhibits of graveyard botany; it feeds on blood... or so is said.

Fairy wings adorn the marble sign that reads:

"Garden of Eden."

Hues of pinks and purples fill the sky;

Iridescent beams streak through the clouds.

Jackalopes hop along the borders of the cemetery

Keeping watch on all the lost,

Lingering specters waiting for promises to be fulfilled.

Magic exists within creation, within all life.

Nothingness is a void where all magic

Originates. The Endless

Possibilities of the Multiverse is exhilarating.

Quickly as they come, the musings float off into the ether.

Rumblings above warn of danger.

Storms moving East with diagonal rain.

Train horn blares, just blocks away.

Uniting the sounds creates

Vibrations of melancholy.

Water suddenly turns to fluffy snow and all becomes silent.

Xenomorphic shapes appear as the snow piles up on the gravestones.

Yesterday, he looked at peace but his

Zeal is lost and can never be replaced.