There was a tine when there was little distinction between natural pagan poetry where ravens spoke and stones moved, but Christianity came to prevail over heathen reverence, yet there is little difference between religious and secular poetry.
It is said that we still dream of dark woods where tress whisper and sigh and with old ruined dwellings in memory of our Pagan ancestors
It is said that we still dream of dark woods where tress whisper and sigh and with old ruined dwellings in memory of our Pagan ancestors
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