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Deep in the forest, among the trees

The wings of a dragon, soar with the breeze

A hint of mint from the gardens below

Cascades through the forest’s verdant show

Its fragrance, sweet as autumn air

Making this dragon seem more aware

Of the beings, who have entered here

And make their way too dangerously near

Far beyond the ridge, there’s a hidden lair

Where you’ll find, he’ll trap you then declare

There’s no escape from your own abduction

And soon, you’ll learn, the dragon’s destruction

For no human has ever left these woods

They’ve disappeared, vanished, gone for good


September Writing Prompt – A hint of mint – Day 28/30

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