Forgotton Lands

Swampy forest and mud-caked hues
As far as the eye can see
Which, is to say, not very far at all.
For moss and vine-roped trees
Obscure all angles.
Dark magics permeate the air,
As every breath familiar
With the fonts of ancient powers
Rumored nearby, yet now unseen.
Arachnids and dragon-folk lay silent,
In waiting for an unsuspecting hero
To spring upon their lairs,
And be no more.
As broken souls search for light and meaning
The answer of analogy may stand nearby
As forces greater than containment
Wage a futile, endless war.
As blood-stained pools fill voided grounds,
Whispers unbeknownst to most
Hide under the lands so hotly contested.
And should one make their way to shore,
A race of old awaits fresh faces,
For they seek to make their fate
The same for all.
Even older mysteries await beyond
The foreseeable horizon;
Answers which our heroes
May never find, at least-
Not to their knowledge.