Mistwalker - Tree of Kings

The tree of kings
Standing tall on Buck's Hill
Looking out over the town
Surveying the landscape

A source of power and serenity
Our connection to the roots
The roots of paganism
Felt here in the central reaches

The tree of kings
A memory of fellowship
The silent nights of winters past
Engraved upon my memory

Where now is the prince of the copse?
Felled by foes this winter past
Now only the stump remains
Now only a ghost of pain

Written by:
Greg Sweetapple

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