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Waning Wick
"Wick flickers;
flickering wick
casting shadows foreshadowing
lights diminishing flick.
The howling wind,
not the breath of the forest -
but, that of the light
that's cast before us.
It's dim, dimming glow
a beckoning; a warning -
the lantern must be
fed before morning."
Night Forest
"The creature is darkness,
but its breath is the light-
not of silver moon,
but fire bright.
It's dimming, waning
is damnation to all;
whether the Beast feeds
or whether he falls.
With
crickling, crackling tinder it'll flare-
as long as the Edelwood blooms in his care.
So follow, little traveler,
the flickering light
and (go home/grow in) to
the forest this night."