Nylana
One Thousand Club
Her skin the silvery sheen
Of the white birch bark
She resembles her tree.
Her eyes haunted look
At the skeletal remains
Of fallen friends.
Never again shall Pan's pipes
Play in the wooded glen.
She is alone now.
This is the end.
Of the white birch bark
She resembles her tree.
Her eyes haunted look
At the skeletal remains
Of fallen friends.
Never again shall Pan's pipes
Play in the wooded glen.
She is alone now.
This is the end.
