Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

In the land of endless night
where moonlit meadows whisper plights
and lovers lapse in stormy rites
Three warriors set out to cross
the thickened Fog where much is lost
Only when the five are found
can Ia claim her hallowed ground

journey poem, very good.

Indeed a stellar write, the tone is soothing and mysterious!
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Ia's Plight
She walks the silent night
A shadow of herself
Amongst the wraiths
And spoils of Brother's war
Her children scattered
Bloodied and lost
An Echo is born
She slips beyond the Fog
A smile catching her lips
And so it begins
At the end

good stuff....both parts.....