Take Heed, My Lord (#2)
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Take Heed, My Lord The forest it holds many tricks among its briars; thorned and thick. Contorted trees of ebony stand crooked and gnarled and horribly, among and where witch hazel grows; and cast into these snarling vines emerged and hidden you will find, much evil lurks for all mankind. The spell that's cast upon this wood, by you nor others understood. The wickedness that waits obscured and never seen, has come to me by horrid dreams. I fear my Lord your life this day may end in haste, as you venture through this place so filled with evil. Where demons wait for your demise as they watch with owl-like eyes, within this forest so primeval. Copyright © February 2002 Nancy Ann Russellsecond part of the fantasy series Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 07:42 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Take Heed, My Lord ..."