The Portal

Around the bend and past the stream,

from winters end and springs green.

past the shadows of forgotten lore,

through the whispers of what came before.


There is a place,

that is Evergreen.

With no death,

a lifeful sheen.


Follow this guide,

be quick in pace.

When the portal shuts,

it shall be to late.


Break free of your hearts prison,

let loose your soul.

The hate you carry,

it takes its toll.


Escape the past.

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