Welcome to the woods of my mind. Be mindful of the ground you tread.

howling voices, river songs, and welcomed tomes, all beecon me for their need

swiming thoughts, mixed up costs, and pleaseant moths fill my nightly mind

winged shoes, falshing blades, and old maids find my game.

wild flights, too much old knights, and evening frights all for tonight.

 

odd words that find there way togeather for some reason