A great green lush forest or perhap’s a lost friend, Our story begin’s once more as we erase our sin’s, A soft whisper from the forest nymph’s, A trial of light with the fog of mist, Protected by the keeper our forest lives on, The world as we know it will never belong, We destroy what we swear to protect, The tedious ties and the looming threat, Lives have meaning but yet we sacrifice many, Murky tides covered in blood and coal, Our pathway clear the worlds our home
Creed's Poetry 