Drow Trees
On the back of a mule, with hounds at heel
-seven in all-he fled the farm and found a fort.
Hidden within its walls, he exchanged draped denim
for lamb’s wool robes and alchemical arts.
Once he scryed a drow pulling rotten teeth,
planting a pine cone with each tooth.
Beneath a larch he turned to stone.
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What a picture!
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