As mist swirls Over the forgotten hills Moonlight permeates the leaves Creatures of the night Weave in and out Between the centenarian trees This is the Woodland Realm A land where many spirits dwell Protected by a spell of yore A home for all forgotten souls Mortals too are welcome here And neither does the other fear At one with the night In tune with the day The light and the dark To each they give way The dryads in the sycamore The Naiads of the streams The waters painted deepest blue The trees in luscious greens The Monarch of the Hillside The North East Wizard Tyrant Both preside this sanctuary For beyond this realm Lies the living hell Of Saldrava’s domain A place of only shadow Where tyranny and fire rule