Vera's Son - Hills of a Great Mystique

In the southern part of town
Is the hills of a great mystique
Beauty and charm arise
But narcan falls like rain
The folk work hard for means
Proud of the fields they see
Adolescences drear
Spoiling the grass and trees
Sorrow in the air
But enchantment at its core
Needles is what some bare
But damage for everyone
Sky azure of grace
A ferry of much allure
Tormented by a price
Of leisure with no remorse
Arcadic divine abode
But tainted by gluttony
That's why the land is called
The Hills of a great mystique
Creatures of much despair
Creatures of much delight
Turmoil agitates
Tranquility comes at a price
Flourish serenity
Bestow to Forestry
Surrender the skulk
Diminish your faults

Written by:
Don Dreste

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