Fay calling
Leave behind this wretched world
Mossy scent is beckoning
And the ivy's quaintly swirled
Mushrooms, stones, slugs and bones
Hide the door into beyond
Enter pilgrim! Key is turned!
Take the magical enchantment
Drop the doubt and concern
Winds outside my woods are rampant
What awaits you else but yearn!
Come and rest into my realms
In the chambers cool and soft
Underneath old branchy elms
In the light ethereal waft
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