A poem about: Shadowbark forest, gnarled twisted trees above cast shadows eerie sounds blocking out sun, clouds, sky, creatures, lurking about, unseen, sounds, darkness, vile, sinister, the mercenar, Tynan Starfield, his dark hair, keen eyes, on the trail for the hag that has been terrorizing the village of Orrinshire, children snatched in the night their bodies discovered the next day strewn about their hearts missing, loss poor lost souls, broken families, death despair, Mia Calderwood, who lives deep in the forest suspected of witchcraft, devil play, like her mother before her, the young mercenary hired was just passing through when caught wwind of what had been transpiring, finds the had, her beauty, her caramel skin, shapely form, long silken hair, her eyes, pitch black beads of glowing yellow at the center, she sends goblins to attack Tynan weapons drawn Tynan his blue scarf he brandishes his runic broad sword cutting down and hacking to pieces his foes with ease the hag enraged conjures deadly spells magic eyes glowing wind hurls hellfire and lightening at the young warrior he smiles he dodges dashes somersaults flips evades her attacks trees burning smoke fire grass the bodies of the slain goblins charred he manages to pierce the hag through her left breast with his blade exists through her back she screams coughing up blood she smiles he twists the blade making her suffer agony rage and pulls it free and then with a single blow he lops off her head

Shadowbark forest, gnarled twisted trees above cast shadows eerie sounds blocking out sun, clouds, sky, creatures, lurking about, unseen, sounds, darkness, vile, sinister, the mercenar, Tynan Starfield, his dark hair, keen eyes, on the trail for the hag that has been terrorizing the village of Orrinshire, children snatched in the night their bodies discovered the next day strewn about their hearts missing, loss poor lost souls, broken families, death despair, Mia Calderwood, who lives deep in the forest suspected of witchcraft, devil play, like her mother before her, the young mercenary hired was just passing through when caught wwind of what had been transpiring, finds the had, her beauty, her caramel skin, shapely form, long silken hair, her eyes, pitch black beads of glowing yellow at the center, she sends goblins to attack Tynan weapons drawn Tynan his blue scarf he brandishes his runic broad sword cutting down and hacking to pieces his foes with ease the hag enraged conjures deadly spells magic eyes glowing wind hurls hellfire and lightening at the young warrior he smiles he dodges dashes somersaults flips evades her attacks trees burning smoke fire grass the bodies of the slain goblins charred he manages to pierce the hag through her left breast with his blade exists through her back she screams coughing up blood she smiles he twists the blade making her suffer agony rage and pulls it free and then with a single blow he lops off her head

In Shadowbark, where twisted trees
Weave shadows in the felled sun's stead,
The air is thick with whispers, pleas,
In silence lurking fears are fed.

The village weeps for stolen kin,
As nights bring tales of torment near,
The hag's dark magic, sinister grin,
Fuels the flames of eternal fear.

Tynan Starfield, mercenary bold,
With eyes as sharp as dagger's gleam,
Rides swift through woodland dark and cold,
To end the heartless hag's cruel scheme.

Mia Calderwood, with beauty's grace,
Stands accused in a forest deep,
Her eyes a haunting, endless space,
Where secrets dark and hidden sleep.

Goblins rise at her command,
Dark forces blockade Tynan's path,
But with runic blade in hand,
He cuts through rage, through fire's wrath.

Amidst the flames, the magic's sprawl,
Tynan dances with nimble ease,
Barely scathed he dodges all,
While shadows crackle in the breeze.

His foe, the hag, her power grand,
A twisted smile upon her face,
But fortune tilts at Tynan's hand,
His blade finds home in her embrace.

With final breath, she spits her spite,
But mercy is not Tynan's creed,
He twists, then ends her burning light,
Her head falls—an end to greed.

In the forest dim yet bright,
Where shadows stretch and spirits roam,
A village freed from endless night,
And Tynan, carrying peace, returns home.

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In Shadowbark, where twisted trees Weave shadows in the felled sun's stead, The air is thick with whispers, pleas, In silence lurking fears are fed. The village weeps for stolen kin, As nights bring tales of torment near, The hag's dark magic, sinister grin, Fuels the flames of eternal fear. Tynan Starfield, mercenary bold, With eyes as sharp as dagger's gleam, Rides swift through woodland dark and cold, To end the heartless hag's cruel scheme. Mia Calderwood, with beauty's grace, Stands accused in a forest deep, Her eyes a haunting, endless space, Where secrets dark and hidden sleep. Goblins rise at her command, Dark forces blockade Tynan's path, But with runic blade in hand, He cuts through rage, through fire's wrath. Amidst the flames, the magic's sprawl, Tynan dances with nimble ease, Barely scathed he dodges all, While shadows crackle in the breeze. His foe, the hag, her power grand, A twisted smile upon her face, But fortune tilts at Tynan's hand, His blade finds home in her embrace. With final breath, she spits her spite, But mercy is not Tynan's creed, He twists, then ends her burning light, Her head falls—an end to greed. In the forest dim yet bright, Where shadows stretch and spirits roam, A village freed from endless night, And Tynan, carrying peace, returns home.