Softly, quickly
the heather climbs the hills
rolling green,
the moors,
the forests
stretching, growing
Nevermore
seen
The fire leapt
the metal clanged
burning and ashes,
smothering the green
Nevermore
seen
across the world
across the land
the heather no longer creeps,
over the hills no longer green
Nevermore
Neverseen
Illustration by Quinten Freeman
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