Sleeping forest

This is actually I poem I made for a secret syndicate.

Sleeping Forest:

So the forest begins to sprout as we hope,

May the forest grow to the heavans peak,

With the leaves of truth we seak.

When the forest sleeps,

our plans we do reap.

In the dead of the night,

we art the light.

Our plans show the way,

to another's end of days.

 

 

Kind of a strange logo for a game no?

Reviews

[Kristopher]

In the dead of the night,

we art the light.

^.^ That was my FAVORITE part of the entire poem. I pictured a huge group of men and women shining lighters into the sky. Your poetry's even better than your stories. Nice work