Forlor Poem by Wesley Mincin

Forlor

Here on Forlor, mysteries sleep
Silence governs all the lands
From lush green forests to deep blue oceans,
to crystal blue hued, glittering sands.

This silence conceals a mystery,
that of which should not be roused.
It lurks in slumber in crystal caves,
and below the ice blue, misty clouds.

Forlornians are an ancient kin,
with powers beyond our mortal state.
A threat to all that irk their world
But a mystery with an unknown fate

No one has landed on Forlor
No one knows if they still exist
And so their appearance remains unknown,
like a shadow figure within a mist.

But when we look upon Folor,
and see the beauty not found abroad
we feel the spirit of life it holds,
and hope that it is no façade.

Its beauty daunts the bravest men
We dare not delve that strange frontier
Instead we look and fawn in awe,
of the fragile world that invokes fear.