I find them in places we do not go,

Perhaps in the sack of an elder gnome,

Maybe under the feathers of a screeching crow,

Or on a road no one dares to roam.

Find them in the places we run and hide,

Deep within the heart of a monstrous cry.

A sad, sorry,wistful ride,

Or the soothing melody of a lullaby.

Seek them where we know we are not to wander,

Through woods and barbs hiding a monster.

Or caught in a war that is just over yonder,

O’er battlefields we can not conquer.

Loose them in a space unknown,

On a secluded field in sight.

In a great oak’s claws that are overgrown,

Or in your vivid dreams at night.