(Well here is my first poem. Felt a bit artistic and decided to write my feelings of the forest down. Enjoy 83 )

The fawns all jumping around the quarry.
On those enormous remains of something.
Other deers basking on the sun.
Or just relaxing near the pond, the pond filled with tears.
That seem to come from somewhere near.
Or so they say.
The tears might be from an underground spring.
Filled with magic.
Or something.

As a fawn, i do not care.
Not right now.
Because there is so much to find out.

Some deers are on top of the hill.
Restoring their energy beside their friends.
The statues of the Twin gods.
But what really are those statues, on top of the hill.
Are they the twin gods in stone.
Or are they one of the gods masterworks?

I do not care.
Not right now.
There is so much still to find out.

The old abbey in the depths of the forest.
The pagan idols next to the cemetery.
Who died here, and when.
Who buried them here and what did he do next?
Who build this place and left it to crumble.

As a fawn, i do not care.
Not right now.
Because i want to find out more.
And jump around.