Where The Goblins Roam - Poem by Saint Eule
Where do the goblins roam?
Anywhere they can find a home.
While on a journey in the spiritual abyss,
I came across one such as this.
An ancient being on a leisurely stroll,
Why did our paths cross in the heavenly knoll?
The ancient one shrieked in a dialect unknown,
Surprise in the voice was revealed in the tone.
Then realizing how scared it must be,
I was the intruder the goblin was me.
Reality to you may be a dream to
Be quiet when you roam and stay
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