Hidden behind the veil of imagination,
Sits the forests and mountains and sloping valleys of a land never known
By the footsteps of men and the female touch or
By the dangers of tornadoes, hurricanes and flame.
It is a land graced only by the presence of
Purple people eaters and giant green goblins and of
Creeping cold cats and menacing mellow minions and of
Leaning lanky lemurs and pawing precious panthers.
The lights gaze down from the leafy branches of the tallest forest.
Softly touched snow dances down and rests on the stones of the mountain.
Blades of floating grass dazzle in the wind of the valley.
But not all is good in this land.
No one dares to enter the vicious volcano of Vain.
It overfills and gushes with the power of rock and flame.
Pain comes to whoever nears and in the corners
Lurks a creature, a creature not known to man or can be told in words.
For it is the creature of Death.
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