"Poem: Mysticee" by Jenny (Jeni) Watson

The trees all move in unison,
the mountains rearrange.

You make a turn to find your way,
and than you lost again.

You hear a rustling bush,
Yet silence all around.
Fear creeps up inside of you,
Your heart begins to pound.

The rumors of the haunted place,
now fresh on your mind.
Of elves, and dwarves, and dragons,
and others of that kind.

The place for all the exiles,
and murderers and thieves.
The place for all the unwanted,
And those who cannot leave.

They all were joined together,
by some force that most call fate.
They learned to trust each other,
though all others they still hate.

They know the rules of battle,
and whom they shouldn't trust.
They know how to spot a weakness,
and that victory is a must.

They fight without regret,
and battle 'til their end.
They let nothing in their way,
and kill all that ain't a friend.

The rumor of this powerful place,
stays implanted in your heart.
And though you entered as a hero,
now your bravery rips apart.