^^The sunlight,
Casting awkward shadows,
On the dusty wooden floors,
Creates an air of solitude,
Of what cannot be ours.
A while away,
Inside a wood,
Two brothers stand,
Amidst the dappling,
Of autumn light.
Watching out across the moon,
A lonely child,
Locked in her room,
Recounts the tales,
She used to tell,
Of shadows,
And of magic,
Spells.^^
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