The Plains

Echoes fall on deaf ears

Barreness gives the leaves a voice

For once they are heard

They chatter endlessly

The wind can scream here


If anything lives here,

It lives in the caverns below

In the quiet

In the dark

Millenia pass

The plains remain as the caverns



Wet dripping walls

Or vast windswept plains







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